August 3, 2011 – Angelus’ Bitter Revenge
Summary: **Part of the 2011 LiveJournal’s Twisted Shorts August Fic-A-Day** series. His revenge isn't as sweet as he hoped.
Challenge: for the livejournal 2011 August Fic a Day Challenge
. And #6471 on TtH.
Timeline: AU return from Hell between seasons 2/3 for BtVS, post-movie for CI.
Warning: Bad words, sexual content, drug use, character deaths.
A/N: Playing a little with BtVS canon.
Disclaimer: BtVS and AtS characters belong to Joss Whedon / Mutant Enemy. Cruel Intentions characters belong to Choderlos de Laclos, Roger Kumble and Columbia Pictures. I claim no rights to any copyrighted material. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
When he finally succeeded in dragging himself out of hell, Angelus was well and truly pissed off. He really thought he had managed to fool the Slayer into thinking that his soul had returned. Oh, it tried worm its way back in, but after finding out the gypsy was looking into the spell, he took precautions to keep it from locking him away again.
All he had to do was buy a little time with a certain broken-hearted blonde so Acathla could fully awaken and swallow the world into hell. He could tell she was more surprised than him that the soul spell had been attempted again. Guess the little witch didn’t let her know she was trying it. Interesting.
He had underestimated her, though. That was the only explanation he could think of that could explain why he did what she asked when she said to close his eyes. It should
have made him suspicious. Unfortunately, he was too busy imagining all the fun he would have torturing her and her little friends once Acathla came forth.
As much as he wanted to kill them all: Joyce, Giles, Buff’s little friends, it just wouldn’t be the same if she weren’t there to suffer by watching them die, unable to save them. She must have been too traumatized by having to send her ‘soulmate’ to hell that she left town entirely. Good! Angelus hoped she was tormented day and night by the sight of him being sucked into hell.
What she did to him was unforgivable, and he’d track her down so he could get his sweet revenge – even if he had to follow her to the ends of the world.
A couple months later…
He wasn’t sure what kind of game Buff was playing, but he didn’t care if she changed her name to Kathryn Merteuil and dyed her hair brown or if she called herself Gandhi and shaved her head; she wasn’t going to escape him now. It took him too many weeks to track her down and he was going to make her pay for every single day.
What did sort of shock him, however, was her complete change in personality. It had taken his souled counterpart almost a year to pry those dimpled knees apart, and here she was, going down on several different boys that he had witnessed personally in just the past week. Apparently there really was
a slut hidden within every virtuous girl.
But this was yet another transgression she would have to suffer for. She was his, and shouldn’t be whoring herself out to half of New York.
As soon as she crawled out of the passenger seat, looking very disheveled and cheap, the boy drove off, without any concern whatsoever about leaving her alone in a parking lot an hour before dawn. Now seemed as good a time as any to start punishing his little Slayer.
Stalking up behind her – and sorely disappointed that she didn’t feel his approach – Angelus trapped ‘Kathryn’ before she could get the door to her car open. “Hello, lover,” he purred, waiting for her shock.
But when she turned around, all he could see was the glassy stare of a whore high on drugs. She didn’t even seem to recognize him. The drugs even made her smell different to him.
For her part, Kathryn was about to slap the perv who was in her space, but when she got a look at him, she could feel the tingles in her pussy. Yum…he could call her lover as much as he wanted to. “Hey sexy,” she purred in return. “Wanna fuck?”
This new drug she just tried was seriously powerful and made her already questionable inhibitions completely nonexistent. Oh yeah, Orpheus was definitely
better than coke.
Even though he was livid at her behavior, Angelus wasn’t one to turn down a good fuck. Maybe he’d turn her and keep her prisoner for a couple decades. He pushed her facedown over the trunk of her car and flipped up her skirt. Damn slut wasn’t even wearing panties! That deserved a couple hard spanks, which Kathryn loved, thrilled to finally get a man who knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it.
Some violent fucking later, he yanked her head back and off to the side, burying his fangs in her neck just as he unloaded his dead seed inside her. Before he could offer her his blood, the drugs kicked in, causing him to stumble and fall on his ass.
As Angelus cursed Buffy for her second betrayal (the first being the sword through his chest), Kathryn Merteuil bled to death, exposed as a drug addict and whore for all the world to see when her body was found several hours later.
At her feet was a strange pile of dust which had mostly scattered before anyone arrived. Because of the drug he got from her blood, Angelus wasn’t able to get out of the parking lot before the sun rose and ceased to exist without a fight. He killed her, but she killed him back a second time.~~~~~~Sunnydale
Later that day…
Almost three thousand miles away, Buffy Summers laid the ring Angel gave her on the floor of the mansion, saying goodbye to her first love forever. She would never know that he had come back from hell to seek revenge on her.
A/N: Thought it would be kind of cool to have Angelus go after Kathryn, thinking she was Buffy.