Title: Nowhere, No One
Characters: Angelus, Theresa Chafey
Disclaimer: HA! Not mine. I only wish
Spoilers: BtVS S2 ‘Becoming, part 2’, Christopher Pike’s Road to Nowhere
Warnings: mention of suicide
Setting: AU, A car, in a place that is both familiar, and unfamiliar. . .
Summary: Angelus never got his soul back. . . Buffy sent him to Hell. Near the end of the book, Road to Nowhere (if you’ve never read it, it’s really good). Sometimes, you really shouldn’t pick up any more hitch-hikers. . .
Nowhere, No One
Theresa thought Free and Poppy had been odd.
This guy went above and beyond odd. He was standing on the side of the road, a hole in his black shirt.
Right above his heart.
She was still bleeding, and the confusion was numbing her. She knew she shouldn’t stop the car. But she did anyway.
Rain splattered her upturned face as she rolled the window down.
“Hey, you need a lift?” She called out.
He raised his head and gave her an odd little smile. She shivered forcefully. It was insane. But she felt as if he was gonna eat her alive.
“Thank you, you’re really too kind.”
“Wouldn’t be the first person I picked up tonight.” She muttered, rolling up the window, and popping the door lock up.
“Felt like was in there for a hundred years.” He said, sliding into the passenger seat. He gave her another smile. “A hundred years of oppression and torture.”
“Can’t say I know that feeling.”
He looked over at her and gave her a charming smile. SHe blushed at all the attention he was paying her, and her heart fluttered. She almost felt good about it. . .or she would. If her heart weren’t bleeding because of Bill . . . and the girl he was leaving her for.
“Ah, a woman scorned by love. . . “
“Some stupid man, left you for some stupid little whore that kept her legs wide open for him?”
“That’s really none of your business.” She focused on the road.
“Oh, but you made it my business, Theresa.”
She snapped her head to face him.
“How’d you know my name?”
“I’m Angelus. . .and Free may have mentioned you, something about you in a bed. . . I just couldn’t resist not seeing what all the rave was about.” She blushed furiously, wishing she could take that all back. Sleeping with Free was one of the stupidest things she could have done. . . “Where’s the knife, Theresa?” He whispered in her ear, leaning over to toy with her ear. “It still in your back pocket?”
Her eyes widened as she felt the handle hitting her back, and the jabbing into her tender flesh. Her wrists were bleeding, and Angelus looked hungry. There was a soft growl in the back of his throat. She looked over at him, scared. His face was contorted into a frightening mask of evil.
“Oh, you prepared my dinner for me? How sweet?” He yanked her to him and fed hungrily on her throat. She didn’t even have a chance to scream. The car veered off the highway.
Angelus walked away from the wreckage. For a punishment in hell, this wasn’t so bad. Thank the whoever there were suicide victims to feed from, and their pathetic little guides.
He stuck out his thumb and waited.