Am I the one who's in your dreams at night.
Nos and Nahs rang out through the room. Tara turned to Willow with a questioning look. Willow placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "We may need him."
"No!" Xander sat forward as he looked at Tara. "He is not worth the trouble. Besides he is in L.A. at the moment and there is no time."
"But he is the only one we can get on such a short notice." She tried to make them listen. "He is the only one that can help!"
Xander was about to say more when Anya stood. "Anya, honey, where are you going?"
"I can't just sit around arguing with you over whether or not we should contact Angel. This constant bickering is not getting him back any faster. We need move now before it is too late." That got the attention of the others.
"What do you mean Anya?" Tara watched her with wide eyes filled with dread.
"Brachy Demons were often sacrificed to gain the favor of gods and goddesses. Higher level demons, demons like Glory." The room went deathly quiet as realization sunk in. "There is a way to locate the sacrifice before it takes place. Only one problem, I have to go alone."
"No, I will not let you!"
Anya's eyes flashed dangerously at Xander. "You won't let me? I have you know, I have been doing this since your ancestors thought the world was flat. Judging by your relatives, that wasn't that long ago." He started to sputter but she silenced him with a chopping motion made by her hand. "Besides have any of you seen the summoning of a demon? I mean a true demon? This will make the Mayor's ascension look like a day in the park by comparison. I have to do this alone, they won't trust any one else."
They were about to protest, but Tara silenced their words by saying, "do it. We will check out Spike." She looked to the others, daring them to defy her as Anya left.
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Groaning, Lindsey awoke to the sound of liquid dripping. Life seemed to kick him no matter where he went. He knew something was wrong when his arms wouldn't move. Infact there was no feeling in them at all. Just as well, hanging by his ankle he was sure he could piece together what was happening. He sniffed the air, sandal wood, rose oil, mur, and a faint metallic smell. Blood. Not just any blood, his.
"Ritual sacrifice is a not really your style, Darla."
An enraged snarl was followed by a blow to the head. "Shut up! Gods you can be so annoying, whore. Did you think that I would not figure out what you did to me?" She smashed her fist in to his face again. "When I am through here, this little hell spawn will be gone and I will be more powerful than the Master ever was."
Lindsey laughed through the pain. "That's if you can find a demon powerful enough to give you what you want. As it stands, nothing short of a true demon could do that, and I don't hear any, do you."
"Is that a hint for me to remove the blindfold? Gladly." Candle light filtered through the darkness to his eyes. As he squinted her fist contacted with his head again. "And didn't I say shut up you stupid whore!"
"Fuck you Darla." He coughed as he spat in her face.
The moment his blood touched her, she screamed as she wiped it off. "Fucking regenerative little whore. You even think about trying that again and I will rip your fucking throat out. Did you think you were the only one to read the file on the Mohra Demon and Angelus?" She laughed as he began to swing. "I wish I could have seen the look on his face the first time he saw his reflection after two hundred and fifty years."
Lindsey suddenly stopped swinging and his body turned to face her. Eyes glowing bright as a blue star he smiled. "As you wish."
Darla looked at him with a questioning gaze. "What?"
With a smug tone, he whispered his answer. "Judging by all the ingredients and the talismans on the walls, you are summoning a Klari or wish demon. You really should learn to watch what you say while in a circle of power." Slowly he saw enlightenment dawn across her face. "When you see Angel on the other side that mirror, tell the bastard I said hi."
She clutched her stomach as the first wave of pain hit her. "What's happening?"
"Your body is dying, with out you there to keep it intact, it will simply turn to dust."
"Good, at least the little parasite will be dead too."
He smiled as his body still did the hanging man pose from a Tarot card. "Sorry, fraid not. Guess you didn't read the fine print. You see, the baby is Angel's reward for saving the world time after time. He will be born, just not from you." He winked and blew her a kiss as she started to turn to ash.
As Darla dusted, she screamed one last word. "Favrella!"
Laughing, Lindsey tried to get his arms to working again. "Ahh. Hell that hurts!" He stopped all movement when he heard the shrill whine of something in the room. "Hello?" The screech came again. As his body slowly turned around from his movements he came face to face with a vengeance demon, or was that demoness?
She slinked out a hand to cup his face. "You are the sacrifice."
"Or so she thought..."
"That wasn't a question." A hard slap sent him swinging again. "You will be silent or else."
"Or else what? Your powers have no dominion over my kind." He smirked through the pain of his swelling jaw. "In fact, you are lower in the demon hierarchy than I am. You are not much higher than a Vampire."
"And you are a Concubine. Now be silent."
"Go to hell."
"We will be there soon enough. First I have to see who might be interested in trading for a Brachy Demon." She turned her demonic face towards the shadows. "What do you think, sister?"
"A Brachy Demon: Looks: average height, blond, blue eyes, and muscular. Abilities: Healing, regenerative capabilities, negotiation skills, transmogrifying skills, mesmerism, mind control, pleasure skills, singing, teleportation, portal jumping, seduction skills. Disadvantages: His voice causes females of the non D'Hoffryn class demon to become enraged. The same can be said for all other species including humans. Breeding: ready and able. Rarity: last of its kind. Uses: sacrifice, healer, concubine, mate, slave, etc. Demand," She smiled as she came out of the shadows. "Demand for a Brachy demon is extremely high."
"So what do you think he is worth?"
"That depends on what you want for him?"
"I see your time as a Mortal has made you even more shrewd." She laughed as her sister hissed at her. "Well there is almost nothing I could want, but one of the higher ups owing me a favor would be nice."
"Yes," a flash, and the Vengeance Demon flew in to the wall of the factory and exploded in to black pulp and blood. "Yes it would." Anya walked over smiling as Lindsey groaned.
"Anya..." He stopped when she held up a hand with a raged look on her face.
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They found Spike in his crypt trying to get over the sunburns from his brief exposure. Dawn was the first to confront him after they had staked him out like a tent. He screamed as the cross touched his chest as he lay bound to the burial slab. "Where is he?" The hurt in her eyes was matched by the hatred.
"What in bloody hell, poppit?"
She pressed the cross to his skin again as the others tightened the ropes holding him down. "Where in hell is he?"
"I don't know what yur talkin about!" He was about to say more when the blood shot eyes of Tara came in to view of his face.
"Answer her, now."
"I don't... Ahhh god, stop!" Her hands hovered on either side of his face as lightening bolts passed between them and his head. She threw back her head as he screamed out in pain again. "The factory on the other side of town where I killed the chosen one and his guys. Please, stop, please stop. It hurts, no more, I beg you."
The lightening increased as his screams grew louder. Tara's head looked down on his face with black eyes. "Mortum Finium Relasta..."
"No!" Willow pulled her back as Spike exploded in to dust. "What have you done?"
Tara turned in her arms as the others looked at her in horror. "He wouldn't tell me. He was going to let him die because Darla promised to remove the chip. I couldn't let him do that."
"Why would he do that? I thought he changed."
"He did, he loved Buffy, but couldn't handle it." She was openly sobbing now as she collapsed in to Willow's arms. "It's too late. He's already dead. We're too late. When I found out, I couldn't handle it. He let her kill him. Was on his way there when we got here."
"Oh Tara, I'm so sorry, baby." Willow sat rocking Tara as she cried.
Giles took off his glasses as he held Dawn, who was in shock. She couldn't believe what just happened. All this because he couldn't face the pain of losing Buffy? He paid the ultimate price for his betrayal. A cold welled up inside her as she knocked the ashes off her shirt. No one was going to hurt her family ever again, she promised herself this.
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"Silence! Do you know how annoying you are? The longer you stay quiet the longer you will live. If I let you die, the others wouldn't be happy." She laughed as she looked at his nude, upside down body and the scowl on his face. "This reminds me of when Xander is not happy, he isn't in the mood for sex. When I don't get sex, I'm not happy, and I like being happy, really happy. So it is a big vicious cycle of not happy all around. Now be silent while I get you down."
As she walked towards the wall where the chains that held him were bound he started to groan again. She stopped and shuddered, then continued until she reached the chains. Slowly, she undid them and let them cycle through the pulley. When the chains started to shake he released a short yelp. An evil glint filled her eyes as she released the chains completely letting him fall to the floor.
"Sorry!" She held up her hands. "Butter fingers."
Lindsey groaned as he sat up rubbing his head. He eyed her with a knowing look and was about to confront her about it when she clamped a hand over his mouth.
"I suggest you keep it to yourself unless you want more."
He nodded as he nipped at her fingers. This was not over, she was going to pay for that bump to the head. Now all he had to do was figure out what was going on here. He was about to ask her when she slapped her hand over his mouth again.
"We have to get out of here now. There will be more coming soon." They moved quickly as the factory shook. When he looked at her questioningly, she smiled. "That would be the wish demon. He is not going to be happy that you are gone." As if in answer, the factory shook and ceiling beams fell around them. A loud roar filled the air as they limped out.
Lindsey turned back in time to see a large portal open around the factory and suck it through. "You know, I think I will..." He never finished as Anya's fist connected with the side of his face knocking him unconscious.
"Don't you ever shut up?" As she shook her hand out, she pressed the speed dial on her cell phone with the other. "Yeah, Anya here. I need a ride. I'm at a factory, or what used to be a factory. No I am not joking Xander." She sighed. "Yes Xander I am just fine. Lindsey?" She looked down at his groaning figure and kicked him in the side to shut him up. "He's in pain. Yeah get the lesbians and Dawn and come down here. Oh and Giles too."
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Lindsey tossed in his sleep as he dreamt of a time with less pain. He moaned at the imagined hands that caressed his body. Silent sighs escaped his lips. This was his favorite dream. An unconscious hand snaked down between his legs rubbing himself through the sheet.
Tara turned red as she turned away from his sleeping form. From the tent in the sheet, it was obvious he was having a very good dream. She smiled at the amusement clearly written on her partner's face. Reaching out a hand she drew Willow closer to her.
"Tara, do you think this is a good idea?"
"Yes, Willow. This is the only thing I can think of to repay him for all the things he has done for us in his time here. It is the only way to make sure this doesn't happen." She released Willow, and held up her hand which the other girl accepted. "It is too late for us, at least this way he can prevent it from ever happening.
"I know, I just wish that he could stop Buffy too."
"You know that it was her destiny, like this is his. We have to stop this from happening, and the only way is to send him back before he came here."
Willow smiled through the tears. "You're right, lets do this."
Together their voices chanted the spell to send him back. "Elonda Velon Sun." Send him back. "Gaylegh Weshon Vaht." With memory to guide. "Tyellono Belon." To the time before the ultimate pain. "Hadre Meso Tannte, Fates." Here my plea and respond, Fates.
Lindsey rose off the bed as his body started to sparkle with light. A wave of brilliant white light flowed over his body and before he disappeared.
The room started to shake as Willow grabbed Tara holding on for dear life. Parts of the ceiling started to collapse as the house was swallowed in darkness. Their dying screams echoed in the hallowed shell of what used to be the Summers house. The night filled with the death cries of Sunnydale as the town was sucked in to the portal of hell.
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When Angel was spotted by Darla, Lindsey's eyes flash white as he was engulfed by a brilliant sphere of the same color. Falling to his knees, he missed watching Angel take the glove from Darla and go after the Kleynach demon form of the Senior Partner. Several people screamed as Angel lunged for the demon.
Lindsey stood, wondering what was going on. His vision centered on the form of one person. With hate filled eyes he opened his mouth and released a high-pitched scream. As the people all around him fell to their knees, he stopped screeching. Darla glared at him as she still gripped her blood filled ears.
"What did you do? I almost had him."
"Almost doesn't count, Bitch!" She launched herself at him with a battle cry, but was easily sidestepped and staked by him. He smirked as she turned to dust. "Always going to pieces, aren't you, Darla?" The last of her settled to the ground, while he took notice of his environment.
Big gaping hole in the wall. Lilah gaping at him with hate filled eyes. People with sacrifices. Dead demon pieces on the floor. No decorations, so not the office Christmas party. Must be the review. Time travel, Anya didn't say anything about time travel. Witches, had to be his cousin and her lover. He wondered what could be so bad as to send him back to this time. Well Darla is dead so that means no baby. Good to know.
He smiled as he looked down on the cowering people around him. He gave a small smirk at Lilah as he waved with his newer hand. Her shock made him laugh as he started to walk away. The men were looking at him with a mixture of lust, curiosity, and fear. The women watched him with hatred and fear.
Reed was staring at him in shock. "Consider this my resignation." Giving the one finger salute, he walked on to the elevator. Reed rushed to get in the lift with him just as the doors closed.
"What is going on here Lindsey?" He narrowed his eyes to a look of suspicion at Lindsey.
"What part of I quit, don't you understand." He groaned as Reed's eyes glazed over. "Get your mind out of the gutter Reed. Just imagine what the senior partners are going to think over your latest fuck up."
That got his former boss' attention. "What have you done?"
"Nothing, what was supposed to happen has. What was going to happen, won't. That future is no more, but I am still who I was." He looked at his reflection as he examined his blond hair as it turned honey brown. "Much better." As he ran a hand through it, the doors dinged then opened. "See ya Reed. It's been hell."
Stepping out of the lift, he saw there were dozens of guards in the lobby. "I'm afraid I can't let you leave Lindsey. If I give them you, they will overlook this incident. Even if you could get through all them, the doors are locked with magical spells until morning. So if you will come with me."
"Not on your life." Lindsey started towards the doors, but the guards moved as a collective to block his path. He laughed as a swirl of light swallowed him and he disappeared with a siren's call. He appeared on the other side of the lobby doors waving to Reed through them. Looking up, walked out through the business district.
He whistled happily as he walked in to the public square. There were people everywhere either arguing or searching for something to eat. 'This place has gone to hell.' He thought as he heard the sound of elevator doors opening. Turning he came face to face with Holland Manners and Angel stepping out of the Elevator.
Holland gave him a surprised look as Angel seemed to look off in to the distance with unseeing eyes. "I heard you got promoted. Nice look."
Lindsey held out a lock of his shoulder length hair with a smirk. "Comes with the job."
Pointing towards Angel, Holland smiled. "So does he, Lindsey." The elevator doors shut and disappeared.
Lindsey, wondering what he meant, turned to look at Angel. Golden eyes stared back at him. "Angel?"
"Hello Lindsey." He drawled as he strolled towards the demon.
Swallowing, he backed away from the vampire. "What's going on, Angel?"
"Need to feel." He scowled showing his teeth. "Need to feel past the cold."
Lindsey turned and ran as he screamed out for help. "Somebody, help me." He was almost to the doors of Wolf Ram and Hart, when something seized him from behind. The people inside tried to open the doors as he was jerked up flush with the vampire behind him. Reed was slamming on the glass as Lindsey tried to get away from Angel. Angel sniffed at Lindsey's neck, causing the shorter man to freeze in place as he nuzzled and nipped the skin.
"Wave bye to the bad people Lindsey."
Lindsey tried to get away but was ground against Angel's body. "Don't do this Angel. It's not you."
"Oh I am so sick of people telling me, what is me and what is not. This is me, so get over it." He slammed his hips against Lindsey's ass. "That's me too."
As the vampire drew his hand over the front of Lindsey's pants, the pounding on the doors grew louder. "Please Angel, don't do something you will regret."
"Please Angel, don't so something you'll regret." Angel mocked his words back at him. "I am tired of you people sticking it to me every chance you get. How would you like to be the one fucked for a change." He spread Lindsey's legs as he lifted him off the ground. "I bet you are nice and hot. Get rid of the cold."
Lindsey was gone in full blown panic. His cries rose in pitch as Angel started to undo his belt. When he felt the vampire harden behind him, the windows on the door shattered from his voice. A blow to the back of the head and all went dark.
Angel sneered at Reed through the still locked doors. "Lawyers, always shooting off their mouths. Never know when to shut up." He shrugged as he tossed Lindsey over one of his shoulders. "What ya gonna do, kill'em? Now there is a large idea." With a wink and a smile he disappeared as fast as a vampire can.
In his anger, Reed snapped one of the vampire detector's necks, kicking its body to the floor. "Clean that mess up now! Get me the recall team. I want Lindsey found immediately. If you have to, eliminate Angel to do it."
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WARNING: RAPE CONTENT- IF THIS SQUIKS YOU- Skip to next set of bars!!!!!!!!
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Lindsey came to feeling a warm mouth on his throat as a strong arms tightened around his body. He tried to scream, but the mouth savagely tore deeper in to his flesh. Fear over ran his common sense causing him to push at the creature at his throat.
Angel only bit harder. He couldn't get enough of the taste of Lindsey. What was that product that Cordy liked, one taste was never enough? Oh well. He finally forced himself to pull back as Lindsey gave up fighting.
Staring fearfully up in to the eyes of the beast, Lindsey knew only fear. No witty come backs or put downs, only screams for mercy. All of which would have no effect accept to egg this creature on. His Angel was not in there, what ever that was, it was hungry for more than blood.
When he had lost his clothes, he didn't know. Angel only knew that the body writhing beneath him was driving him insane with want and need. Hard, he forced the demon man's legs open as he settled between them.
Lindsey felt the tears come as he tried to get away. The arms around him were to strong and unmoving as the heavy body forced his legs around it. He closed his eyes and looked away as he felt the hard member at his anus. Screaming, he felt like his body was being ripped open as Angel's cock shoved in to him unlubed.
The smell of the blood spurned the beast on as he pulled out and shoved back in. Relishing the feel of the friction against his cock, Angel let his beast take over once more and bit in to Lindsey's throat. Pulling out again he slammed home harder than before causing Lindsey to cry out as his sobs shook his body. Angel stopped biting his neck, and looked back in to his face.
He stopped thrusting in to Lindsey. Grabbing the face of the demon, he turned his head. "Look at me!" When Lindsey didn't he slammed in to him harder than before. "I said look at me!"
Through tears, Lindsey stared up in to the vampire's eyes. Angel wasn't in there or so he told himself. Angel wouldn't do this, it was the demon inside of him that did this.
Angel continued thrusting in, as he wrapped Lindsey's legs around his waist once more. Lindsey was screaming in pain again as Angel tensed up and came inside him with a shout. The Vampire pulled out and rolled over to his side with a smug look on his face.
Lindsey tried to roll away, but the pain only caused him to cry. Already he could feel his body repairing the damage. His wits came to him slowly, and he knew this was his one chance to escape the devil behind him. Moving fast he reached the edge of the bed before he was wrapped in the arms again and felt the cock pressing in to him, again. "No please, Angel." He begged as tears streamed down his face.
"Shhh, so pretty, so sweet." Angel kissed his neck as he nuzzled the back of it. "Taste so good. Feel so good. Wanna be with you. Wanna be in you." He traced a path along the back to the front of Lindsey's throat with his tongue. "Need you now!"
"No! Angel please! No! Oh god no!" Too late, he felt the penetration from behind as the Vampire on top of him groaned with need. "Let me go!" He tried to fight, but he was just so damned tired. Fatigue set in as he just let it happen. His face went slack as Angel continued to pound in to him, every now and then whispering words of pleasure.
Lindsey just lay there letting the world go numb, leaving his body behind. His mind misted over with white as he felt the vampire come again. When Angel pulled him closer, only then did he try to struggle, but the monster known as Angel was too strong for him.
Angel sighed contentedly as he inhaled the scent of the man in his arms. With a deep yawn he let sleep over take him, holding the other man close in a tight grip. One last kiss to the forehead, he let darkness take hold.
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END OF SQUIK SCENE. Back to normal safe world.
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Lindsey awoke from his state of catatonia with a start. Something had awakened him. Looking around, he noticed it was Angel snoring in his ear. A vampire doesn't need to breathe, but apparently Angel still did in his sleep. He felt bubbles of hysteria fill him at the absurdity of this. Tears stained his cheeks as he wiggled out of the vise grip.
With only a sheet around him, he backed out of the room, clutching it for dear life. As he moved, old tears in his anus opened coating the insides of his thighs with blood. Not caring he fled the hotel room down the stairs. In the main lobby, Reed sat waiting with a team of body guards.
Reed looked up at him smiling. "I see you are still doing your job with peek efficiency. The Senior Partners have their eyes on you, young man. They have big things planned for you." He stood and frowned when he noticed the dark almost black stains in the sheet around Lindsey's lower body.
Lindsey leaned against the wall with a trapped look on his face. Tears ran down his cheeks as he clutched the sheet tighter around his body. It was all a set up, he was still trapped in their game. They all were. His eyes glowed bright blue as he focused his helpless feelings in to rage. He stood away from the wall as a ball of energy engulfed him and he disappeared with a cry of rage.
Reed smiled at his men. "Come on boys, we have a job to do. A rogue lawyer with our future in his hands is on the loose." As he walked out the main doors, his aid came to his side. "Contact my office, I want the mage's ready to go in a heart beat. We can't let him get away. We'll let him get his revenge on Angel, then when he is gloating, we take him down."
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Two hours later, upstairs in his bed, Angel awoke to the smell of sweat, sex, and blood. The smell was very familiar and comforting. When he realized something was wrong, he sat up like a shot. Looking down at his blood stained pubic hair, he blanched. What had he done? That smell, it was both human and demon. It was very familiar, male and female. It was... It was... It was Lindsey. Suddenly the previous night came rushing back to him.
Something was different about Lindsey. Everything about him screamed fuck me hard. From his full lips to that whimper that he made when he was grabbed from behind. Angel felt his beast rise within as he thought further. Clamping down on it, he tried to feel bad for raping the man. But he couldn't when he had basically asked for it.
Boy had he asked for it. And he had given it, twice. He gave a sly smirk at the memory. There was no way Lindsey was ever going to give him lip for a long time. He had finally broken that steed and ridden hard. Sitting back, he sighed contented with his actions he folded his arms behind his head.
This was wrong!
These feelings he was having were wrong. No matter what he did, Lindsey did not deserve to be raped repeatedly.
But it had felt so good!
No, it doesn't matter. He was not a monster, to do what he did was to give in and become the beast he had strived to overcome. What was wrong with him? Why did it feel so good to do what he knew was wrong? Was it because he knew it was wrong, the thrill of getting caught? He was broken out of his revelry by the sounds of some one calling his name.
Rushing, he pulled on a pair of extremely tight boxer briefs from the floor and headed down to the lobby to see the host standing there sizing him up. "Angel, sweet heart, tell me you didn't."
"Didn't what?" Giving his best little boy act, Angel tried to look innocent.
"Word on the street is you shacked up with a new demon like a cave vampire. Who did you piss off this time, and why are you wearing someone else's underwear?"
Angel looked down, and sure enough, they were Lindsey's black button top boxer briefs. He looked back up in Lorne's face with wide eyes as he remembered stripping them off an unconscious Lindsey as he tried to bleed the demon dry from the vain in the top of his cock. The memory of the taste made him lick his lips. Lindsey was an addiction to him, he craved more.
Lorne took in all the physical evidence and put two and two together. "You did it didn't you. How could you, Angel?"
Angel looked away with pain in his eyes. "Yes." Blood tears ran down his face as he looked away.
"How could you after all you have been through?" He patted Angel on the back and led him to a chair. "I guess when you hit rock bottom, you bomb it with mortar rounds. You wanna talk about it?"
"What am I supposed to say? That I raped him, that I'm not sorry for what I did, no matter what I say or do? That every time I think about him I get hard. The taste of his blood is still on my lips like the sweetest fruit. I long for him with all my being, I crave him like a junkie. Is that what you want?"
"Well self loathing is a start." He said through his shock and anger.
"You know what, don't start with me. You're as bad as the rest of them..."
"Speaking of them. They are in need of your help." He waited until he got Angel's full attention. "The others are in a real pickle this time. You have basically no time to get there. Now go!"
Angel was heading for the door when the Host cleared his throat. "What?"
"As much as I am sure they would appreciate your help. I am sure they would prefer to see you in more than just some borrowed skivvies. It doesn't really help the super hero look no matter what the super is saying." He sat in shock as Angel fled up the stairs faster than he thought possible even for a vampire.
As Angel ran out of the Hotel with a battle Ax in hand, Lorne sat back downing a drink he found behind the counter. After sniffing it again, he scowled. "Doesn't taste like plumb brandy. Oh well, whatever does the job." He leaned over the counter to check for more just in time to avoid an energy blast. "What the hell?"
"That is about the gist of it. Where is Angel?"
"I don't know who you are talking about?"
"Wrong answer!"
"Ow, watch the horns." The small powerful hands tightened their grip on Lorne's horns.
"I will ask you one more time, or I will rip them out. Where. Is. Angel?"
"Find him yourself, cupcake. By the way, love the new look. Slut is so your style."
Lindsey released Lorne with a startled shove. "He told you didn't he. He is so fucking dead the next time I see him." He lifted Lorne by the throat. "You tell that son of a bitch that I am coming for him. You hear me?" He disappeared in a ball of energy that gave off a mournful cry like a song of the siren.
Lorne nodded as he was dropped back on the bar stool. He looked at the same spot Lindsey had been while grabbing his throat. "Oh boy, Angel you have done it this time." As he went back to snooping in the bar of drinks on the other side of the counter he started to nervously hum "Hush Little Baby."
Author's Chapter Notes:
This part contains Character Death, Violence, Language, Vampire Biting, and Rape. The Rape scene is clearly marked so that you may skip over it. Please do not skip this entire story or part because of that one scene. I do not condone rape, nor do I write it because I need to insult people. No, I was not raped, but molestation is almost as bad. I find writing stories as a way to vent my problems. Just because you ignore something, does not mean it is not there. So if you want to flame me because of this, send it to me personally, I will share it with my friends and we will laugh at your problems. Cause that is what it is, your problem. You have been warned!
For my friend, you know who you are. You inspire me to make myself better, and through this I am.