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Corruption

Summary:

William is a young, naive, hopelessly romantic vampire. Of
course, Angelus can't leave it by that.

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"Drusilla sired me, but you made me a monster."

* 1880


Angelus watched the young vampire as he drank from his victim. The
old lady had invited them into her mansion, when they'd told her a
heart-breaking story about being robbed on their journey to London.

For a few hours they had played with the old lady and her butler,
before killing them in the lady's bedroom.

William was learning fast. Only a few months ago, Drusilla had sired
him. Since then, Angelus had taught him a few tricks in viciousness,
in how to play with his victims. Eagerly William had followed
Angelus' example, willing to please his master. Angelus knew well
that William saw him as a shining hero, that he wanted to be like
him, craved for his recognition.

Angelus was quite content with William's development. From a young,
naive and sensitive poet he had turned into a vicious murderer. Yet
he still was hopelessly romantic, hopelessly devoted to Drusilla.
Angelus intended to change that. William's corruption would become
his masterpiece, even more complete than Drusilla's.

Letting the corpse of the old lady sink to the floor, Angelus walked
over to William. The vampire looked up from the butler he was
kneeling over. Blood was running down his chin and his forehead was
contorted in that characteristic way of vampires feeding from their
victim.

"Stand up." Angelus odered. Without so much as a second thought,
William obied.
Angelus stepped forward and pressed the young man against the wall
that was close behind William. "Angelus?" William asked in confusion.

Angelus shut his mouth with a kiss. He tasted of the blood of the
butler. Generations of servility, Angelus thought condescendingly.
How he despised people!

A look at William told him that the young vampire had closed his
eyes, his forehead had become smooth as a human's. He was such a
pretty one. The eyes, the high cheekbones.. . On a bad day Drusilla
couldn't tell a raven from a chair, but she always had taste.

After a while, William struggled to break the kiss. Angelus let him,
but licked at his neck instead.

"Angelus..." William said in a begging tone.

"What is it, William?" Angelus asked, then traced with his tongue the line of William's jaw.

"Drusilla..."

"What about her?" Angelus asked and started unbuttoning William's shirt.

William closed his hands around Angelus's wrists. "I can't cheat on her."

Angelus quickly freed his hands, grabbed William's wrists instead and pinned them to the wall. "It's not cheating as long as it stays
within the family," he said, rubbing his body sensually against
William's.

William moaned softly, visibly tempted. "Drusilla wouldn't mind." Angelus whispered, then let go of William's wrists. His victim didn't try to escape. Quickly Angelus ripped William's shirt apart and moved
his fingers over his skin. The poet was slim, but very athletic.
Admiring the strong muscles underneath the smooth skin, Angelus
thought that Drusilla had really made a good choice. With closed
eyes, William leaned into the touch, but then he shook his
head: "Drusilla and I, we are meant for each other..."

Time for being unfair, Angelus decided. Quickly he opened William's
pants and moved his hand inside. Stroking William's half-erect cook, he made the young poet forget everything about true love - at least momentarily.

With his other hand Angelus grabbed William's neck and kissed the
young man fervently. William indulged into the kiss, even started to
tear at Angelus's clothes.
Quickly they shed each others clothes and stumbled onto the bed.
Passionately they rubbed their bodies against each other, kissing and
licking each inch of skin they could reach. Finally Angelus topped
William and rode him into a mind-blowing orgasm, trying to drive the
last remnants of purity out of him.

***

Looking back at it from a perspective of present day morals, seducing
Spike had not been among the worst things Angel had done to him. Of
course, from a Victorian point of view... but times had changed and
that particular attempt to corrupt William the Bloody seemed harmless
to Angel in comparison to everything else he had done. Especially to
what he had done only a few weeks afterwards.

***

1880

Seducing William had done nothing to change his feelings for
Drusilla. Angelus could see it in his eyes everytime William looked
at her. Adoration. Devotion. Love. It made Angelus sick.

If seduction didn't help, well, maybe he had to change his methods.
With a little help from Drusilla... she quickly agreed to his plan,
gave William a cup of wine that was spiked with a sleeping drought.
William woke up later, lying on his stomach, chained naked and
spreadeagled to the bed.

"What the hell...?" he cursed.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Angelus said, "William, you should know, one shall not curse." He was sitting on the bed to William's right. On his left Drusilla was sitting. Her eyes were glowing in excitement. She loved to inflict pain and she didn't really mind upon whom.

"Angelus?" William asked, "Dru? What are you doing?"

"Not much, yet," Angelus said. "But I promised Drusilla an entertaining evening, so, sorry pal..." Angelus handed her a bottle of holy water. "Be careful with it, Drusilla," he said, "you'll hurt
yourself if it touches your skin."

Smiling all over her pretty face, she opened the bottle and let a few
drops fall onto the skin of William's back. William cried out when it
burned holes into him.

"Am I doing it right, daddy?" she asked.

"Yes, you're doing well, Dear." Angelus said merrily.

Drusilla dropped some more holy water on William's skin, this time on his legs, watching in fascination how his skin smoked and burned.

"Angelus," William said surprisingly calm, "Why are you doing this?"


"I'm just doing Drusilla a favour," Angelus answered, moving a finger over William's smoking flesh.


Gasping in pain, William said: "She doesn't really know, what she's
doing. But what are you getting from it?"

"You've been boring me lately, William," Angelus said, "you've hardly shown any creativity. That way, at least, you are of some use."

"B... but..." William stammered, "but I did everything you asked for..."

"Yeah, and exactly that is boring!" Angelus replied. It was in part true, but really he just wanted to kill William's feelings for Drusilla. But that would not work if he told him.

"May I use the cross?" Drusilla asked sweetly.

"Yes,"Angelus said generously, "but take on your gloves first!"
Drusilla did as she was told, then took hold of a wooden cross of a
length of about eight inches. "This might hurt a bit," she told William, before she pressed it onto his back, right under his shoulderblades. Her eyes lit up in excitement when he screamed in pain.


Angelus watched her for a while, as she tortured William with the
cross and holy water. Yes, her corruption had worked out quite well.
From a sweet, innocent, religious girl she had turned into a sadistic
maniac who would willingly torture the one man who would lay the
world at her feet. Perfect!

When she had emptied the bottle, she looked at Angelus and
pouted. "Can I have some more?"


Angelus looked at the poet's body, which was bleeding from many
wounds. "No," he said. Drusilla started making that childlike, whining sound she always made when she didn't get her will. "But you may watch!" Angelus promised. Angelus straddled William's hips and opened his pants. He was already
erect from watching Drusilla's artwork. William's body tensed and he
screamed in agony as Angelus pushed his cock into him. Angelus could
feel William's inner muscles tear.

"Don't worry," Angelus said in a friendly voice, "you're a vampire, you'll heal quickly."

With Drusilla watching fascinatedly, he started moving in and out.
After his climax, Angelus quickly cleaned himself up with a towel and
closed his pants. "You can open his chains now, Drusilla," he said,
throwing the bloodstained towel into a corner.

Angelus wanted to leave the room, but as soon as he was freed,
William glared at him, face twisted. With a deep growl he jumped at
Angelus, who fell to the ground with the impact. For a moment,
William knelt on him, hitting his face once, twice with his fist.

William was quite strong for a vampire so young, but after a short
fight they had changed position, with William lying flat on his back
and Angelus straddling his hips and pinning his wrists to the ground.

William still growled at him, looking furious, bucking like an angry
bull. Angelus started laughing. Obviously, that confused William, as
he stopped fighting.

"That's how I like you, William," Patting his cheek, Angelus
added, "maybe you're alright after all." With these words he stood up
and left the room, William staring after him in utter confusion.

*

It had not quite worked out as Angelus had planned. Even after
Drusilla had tortured William and watched as Angelus had raped him,
he still loved her. Angelus gave up. There was no way to change that.

Anyway, his last attempt to corrupt William showed some unexpected,
but interesting side-effects. From that day on, William turned more
and more defiant. Being a good psychologists, Angelus realised that
there were conflicting reasons for William's new developing
rebellious side. On the one hand Angelus had told him, that he was
boring if he always did what he was told. In some ways, William tried
to gain Angelus's recognition by disobeying.

On the other hand, William also developed a liking for pain. So he
angered Angelus hoping to be punished for it. Angelus generously
fulfilled this wish. After all, fulfilling that particular wish was
fun for him as well

***

Angel gazed thoughtfully at Spike, the other vampire with a soul.
There was no trace of the innocence left Spike had pratically been
radiating as a young man. Over the years he had turned in a cynic,
whose sarcastic, but always accurate remarks stabbed like daggers.

People who saw Angel and Spike together often assumed, that Angel
didn't like Spike, but that was not true.

If it hadn't been for Angel, Spike would never changed into the
brutal murderer he had been. Angel felt guilt, even shame, whenever
he saw Spike. Even before he had got his soul back, Spike had always
kept some good qualities - his courage, his capability to love - even
though Angelus had put him through things that would have broken most
men. Spike was not only a walking reminder on his sins, but also on
the fact that even being a vampire was no excuse for how deeply
rotten Angelus had been.

What a man would Spike be if they had never met? Angel would never
know. And though Angelus had never been able to corrupt Spike as
completely as planned, Angel wished now he could make it unhappen. As
he wished he could undo all his crimes.

Fin***