Someday

[Lexie]

Title: Someday
Author: Lexie
Summary: An old friend returns to succeed where Darla failed.
Author’s Note: The way I portray Angel in my story will sometimes stray from his portrayal in the show. It’s not only needed for this story to work out the way I want it to, but also because I simply like Angel with this kind of attitude. Also, please give me some sort of feedback. If I don’t get any I will assume no one is reading it and enjoying it and stop posting.

Prolouge

It was early afternoon when Angel finally woke from his slumber. He might be working with humans, but his nocturnal qualities didn’t disappear. He sighed softly, once a creature of the night, always a creature of the night. Not that he minded.

He got out of bed and padded naked towards the kitchen in his room. It was true. Ever since Darla he began to think that maybe being human wasn’t all that great after all. Humans were vulnerable and weak and they broke easily. He knew that first hand. He realized that to truly go on he would have to embrace the demon within. Denying its existence just made things complicated and it was pointless.

He recalled his brief foray with humanity nearly 18 months ago. The sudden need to breathe, the lack of enhanced senses, strength and healing powers…it was a huge shock to his system. He had been a vampire for almost 250 years, having his vampiric qualities snatched away from him so quickly had more of a mental and emotional effect then he cared to admit. He pushed it away, though, focused on the moment and how happy he was. The illusion faded after he fought the Mohra demon. He was a vampire and he was supposed to still be a vampire. He wasn’t fit for humanity.

Shanshu itself wasn’t what made him happy. It was the idea of redemption, something he craved for above all else. If that meant becoming human, well, he’d find a way to deal.

Until recently he had refused to admit it to himself, but he could no longer deny the truth. Angel and humanity didn’t mix and his desire to become human dimmed greatly.

Not that his friends would ever find out. No, he had to keep up the happy front for them, pretend he really did want to be human again.

The beep of the microwave interrupted his musings and Angel grabbed his bag of blood and bit into it. He felt the delicious human blood slide down his throat and he moaned. Yes, he was drinking human blood again. It was from a blood bank, he wasn’t killing anyone, so it’s not bad, per say.

After his meal and a hot shower he put on black pants and a red silk shirt and made his way out of his room and the down the stairs.

Only to promptly halt mid step as his gaze met that of the beautiful woman standing at the entrance to the hotel.

“Hello Lover.”

To Be Continued

[Lexie]

I've put all my chapters together so I am not taking up room...no one's reading it anyway.

Chapter 1

Angel could only stare in shock. Part of him had thought he would never see her again. Part of him thought that someday he would. He never thought that that someday would be today.

“What? Nothing to say? Not happy to see me?”

He looked her over. His first thought was that she was as beautiful as ever. His second was a reminder that she was a soulless creature and very dangerous. His third was a mixture of reminiscing and remembrance of their times together. His thoughts and feelings were in such a jumble that for a moment he could barely comprehend her words. He determinedly cleared his mind. He would not let another woman distract him.

“Desireé.”

“That’s my name, Lover; do you have anything else to say?”

He stifled a sigh, but his gaze never wandered from hers. He slowly made his way down the steps. He stood at the bottom for a moment. He knew what he should do. He should get a stake and kill her now before she could do any more damage. When she spoke again, however, that notion was vetoed.

“Do you remember what it was like? We’d sneak behind Darla’s back, go out into the night and have our fun then make love under the moonlight.” She grinned seductively at him and Angel swallowed hard. He had to resist her.

“Rome was a particularly good time, don’t you think? We made love for hours in front of the virgins. We definitely gave them a nice last show before their deaths. Remember how they died?”

Oh, he remembered all right. The more she spoke the more memories surfaced. And the more his demon shouted for release, shouted to be with his soulless mate again.

“I don’t know who the Hell you are…” Cordelia began. She looked at Angel for an explanation, but Desireé answered instead.

“You can’t piece it together? I know you have a tiny mind Cheerleader, but I thought it was fairly obvious.”

“You were lovers.” Wesley chimed in. “But you’re not a vampire.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, you’re standing in the daylight.”

“Oh, Watcher, I’m disappointed in you! Surely you know of Daywalkers?” She turned her attention back to Angel.

“Really Angelus, you should get better help. These two are pretty clueless: a conceited and incompetent Cheerleader and a senseless former Watcher. I expect better from you.” Angel only sighed in response and moved closer to her.

“What are you doing here, Desireé?”

“I came to see you…it’s been awhile.”

“A hundred and forty two years”

“You’re counting.”

“So are you.”

“Oh, my love, you could always see through me.” Desireé walked toward Angel, swaying her hips as she did. Angel couldn’t take her eyes off her. She was magnificent. The tight leather pants and red silk tank top showed off all her curves and left just enough to the imagination. Her brown waves were pulled up, showing her bond scar. A wave of possessiveness flowed through him as his eyes fixed on the mark for several moments before returning to staring at the sexy woman before him. He licked his lips and tuned everything else out.

Desireé grinned when she noticed his attention was firmly on her. She pressed herself against him and wound her arms around her neck. Angel did nothing to separate them.

“Do you remember when you gave me this? I do. I remember every growl, every moan, as we drank to bind ourselves for eternity and then made love for hours.” Angel’s body reacted to her words as the memory flooded his mind. Desireé grinned up at him.

“You can’t resist me. I’m your mate.”

“Buffy’s my mate.” Angel countered fiercely. Desireé laughed harshly.

“The Slayer may be your soul mate, Angel, but I am your true mate. I’m the one bonded to you, the real you.” Angel studied the scar again. It was true, they were bonded. Being is such close proximity to her was driving him crazy. After so many years, the bond was calling to him again. He growled in frustration.

“No! You don’t matter anymore. So you can just…”

“I can just what? Leave? Sorry, Lover, but that is not going to happen. And you don’t really want it too. You can’t deny it; we belong together, for eternity, in the dark. It’s calling to you.” Angel was silent. He had no response to that. His soul screamed to deny it while his demon growled in lust, urging him to throw her down and take her right then and there, to reclaim her. The look in Desireé’s eyes told him she knew his thoughts. She could read him like a book.

“Don’t worry Angel,” she whispered in his ear, “I’ll free you from your cage.” She bit his ear, causing Angel to let out a soft growl and moved away from him.

“I’ll be in touch.”

As soon as the doors closed behind her Angel stalked over to the counter, his fists clenched. He grabbed the lamp and launched it at the wall. His friends jumped as it shattered, but he paid them no mind.

He had to go kill something.

[Lexie]

Note: This chapter gets a tad naughty near the end, nothing graphic, though, just PG-13 or maybe 15.

Chapter 2

Ireland--1775

“What are we doing here, Darla?”

“We’re at a ball, Angelus. I thought you liked them. There are always plenty of people to use your charms on.”

“This must be the worse ball I’ve ever been to. I told you it would be too, I had been to a ball hosted by John Syler before. They’re always horrible, bad music, boring people, nobody even worthy to be dinner. It’s just noblemen who…” Angelus trailed off as he caught sight of her. She was perfect, worthy of siring. He could feel it in his bones, she would be magnificent. Darla caught sight of his attention.

“See? You found someone.”

“Yes…” Darla frowned at the way her childe was staring at the girl. Sure, she was beautiful, but nothing special, certainly not as beautiful as herself.

“Angelus?” He blocked her out as a plan formed in his mind. It was a fantastic plan, if he didn’t say so himself. He smirked and made his way to the beauty across the room, his eyes never leaving her.

“May I have the honor of a dance?” He asked her, all his charm turned on. She turned and smiled brightly at him, allowing him to take her hand and lead her out on the dance floor. As Angelus took her in his arms the feeling intensified. He would sire her, but not tonight. No, he wanted her to be completely in love with him, completely loyal to him before he brought her to the darkness with him.

“What is a beauty such as you doing standing all alone?”

“Me? I’m never noticed. It’s always how pretty my sisters are, how handsome my brothers are…” She trailed off and Angelus could feel the anger and frustration inside her. He smiled down at her.

“I noticed you. Everyone else must be blind.” She smiled innocently at the compliment, a slight blush painting her cheeks. Angelus inwardly smirked. They have barely talked for a few minutes and she was already playing right into his hands.

“I’m Catherine.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Catherine, my name is Angelus.”

The two danced all night. As every minute passed Angelus could tell his grasp on her was tightening more. Young Catherine was completely enamored with him. Things were already working out perfectly.

“It’s a beautiful night; would you like to take a walk in the gardens?” Catherine grinned and nodded. Angelus offered her his arm and she gladly took it, allowing him to lead her into the gardens.

“I barely know you, yet I feel like I can talk to you about anything.” Catherine divulged to him. Angelus couldn’t believe it. This was actually going to be easy. Her loneliness made her latch on to him quickly and her anger at her family made her possessive. He could tell she wanted to show him off, to prove that she was just as worthy as the others. For Angelus the others were nothing except delicious first meals for his soon to be childe.

“I feel the same.” Angelus responded quietly, knowing that she was believing every word he said.

“Sometimes,” she whispered, “I think of ways to get revenge on them, for treating me so horribly.” Angelus wanted to shout in joy.

“I’m smarter than them and they hate me for it.”

“They don’t mean anything any more, Catherine. You are all that matters to me.” Angelus suddenly noticed Darla standing at the entrance to the gardens, a look of fury on her face. He knew she could feel the attachment between Catherine and him. He didn’t care. He’d just f**k her until she passes out and she’ll forget all about it.

“I must go now.” He said to Catherine. An adorable pout appeared on her face and for a moment he wanted to abandon the plan and take her then and there. He mentally shook his head. All in good time.

“Will I ever see you again?” Catherine asked, her voice suddenly sounding like a little girl. Her innocence was such a turn on…

“Of course, tomorrow night, at 8 o’ clock, outside St. Peter’s Church.”

“I’ll be there.”

“I’ll be waiting.” Angelus turned and smirked. He knew his plan was flawless.

~*~*~*~

Angel viciously beat up the unfortunate vampire who crossed his path. He could have staked it already, but, like all the demons he had encountered, he chose to work out his frustration on each and every one of them.

It felt good. It felt more than good.

He grinned as the vampire turned to dust and continued on. It was past nightfall by now, but he had no desire to return to the hotel. He had plenty of brooding left to do and it was easier to do without his friends interrupting him with petty reasons every two seconds.

Plus it was way more fun beating the crap out of demons than beating the crap out of a punching bag.

He couldn’t stop thinking about Desireé. What was she really doing here? Why now?

And what was with this Daywalker crap? Daywalkers are myths, used to scare Slayers into working harder. But she was in the daylight. She had obviously done something, but what? A spell? No, Desireé was never a big fan of magic. Angel searched his memory. She stood there in the daylight, wearing that sinful outfit, her words easily seducing him. She walked towards him, her hips swaying and her necklace…necklace!

“Oh, shit.”

That must be it. She had a Gem of Amara. Angel had been under the impression there was only one and he had destroyed it. A brief moment of panic came over him, but it left easily as a plan formed in his mind. He smirked. She would never expect it.

~*~*~*~

Angel entered his apartment knowing she was there waiting for him. He didn’t bother asking how she got in. He simply took off his duster, draped it over a chair and stalked towards her. They were barely an inch apart, if Angel moved his head just a little bit closer they would be kissing. But that wasn’t part of the plan. He stood there, inhaling her scent, waiting for her to make a move.

Desireé closed the space between them and molded her body to his. She wound her arms around his neck and began to place feather light kisses along his jaw, his cheek and down to his neck. All the while grinding against him. She bit down on his neck and Angel growled, gripping her back tightly. She easily aroused him and this time he didn’t fight it. He ground against her, in time with her movements and pushed her against the wall. He felt her laugh as he vamped out and slid his fangs along her skin, drawing droplets of blood and licking them. His hand came up to touch her.

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist me.” Angel said nothing in reply, simply continued to graze his fingers across her skin. His fingers moved farther down and Desireé closed her eyes in satisfaction. Angel finally reached the gem and before she realized what was happening he yanked it off, threw it on the ground and smashed it.

Desireé stared down at the shattered pieces in shock before raising her eyes to meet Angel’s gaze.

“Not so confident now.” He smirked at her. To his surprise, instead of the fury he expected she was calm. Suddenly, she laughed.

“Someone’s a naughty boy! Evening the playing field, Lover?”

“You’re not invincible, this will end.”

“Oh no, my love, it’s only beginning.”

[Lexie]

I'm not sure if I'm going to continue posting this here or not. This story is probably going to border PG-13 and R so it's probably not appropiate for here. If you guys want to continue reading it I post it at Fanfiction.net. Look up my pen name REALbluelightsaber to find it.

[Glenn]

If you still want to post it on Kax try the AO lounge

[Beck]

You can still post it here regardless, just state in the first post that some parts aren't appropriate for younger members. No one on here is too young to read it

[Lexie]

Author's Note: This is definitly not appropiate for younger members. For now on this story is rated R. There will be sex (not too graphic), violence and harsh language. If you don't like that than you better not read. If you want, though, you can PM me for a PG-13 version.

Chapter 3

For long moments after she left Angel simply leaned his head against the wall with his eyes closed. He couldn’t believe how easily she was getting to him. It was almost as if he had some kind switch that she could turn on and immediately make him crazy. He sighed. She simply knew exactly which buttons to push, how to push them and when to push them.

He pounded his fist against the wall, cracking the plaster, as he roared in frustration. The sun had risen and he needed an outlet. Quickly, he made his way out of his room and down to the training room. He stripped off his shirt and immediately began to viscously pound the punching bag.

She had timed her arrival perfectly. Right when he was starting to mend the broken fences with his friends.

His friends. He sneered at the thought of them. Yeah, he cared about them, but the way they treated him when he came back was disgusting. Who the f**k are they to judge? They knew nothing of what was going on! They didn’t even bother to try and find out what was wrong before he fell into the darkness.

He pounded harder.

They knew nothing of vampires. If they did they never would have treated him that way. He is the predator and they are the prey. He is dominant, he is master, he does not bow to sniveling humans!

But he did. He took their abuse simply because he thought he deserved it, because the soul had control, not the demon. Not that his evil half hadn’t made his opinion known. Angel had a constant head ache from Angelus’s screams of outrage and urges to take revenge.

The chain that attached the bag to the wall rattled dangerously.

He just pounded harder.

And then Desireé showed up at his door and the world tilted yet again. She had rubbed against him, promising him freedom.

Part of him wanted it. Part of him wished to let Angelus take control and take revenge on everyone who wronged him.

His soul screamed at him, telling him to not let her get to him, to stay with the light.

What had the light ever done for him?

The bag was beginning to tear from the force of his punches.

Angel pounded harder.

She was dangerous. He had to remember that. She would slaughter innocents and he would be helpless to stop her.

He can’t let it happen.

So why isn’t he out there looking for her? He didn’t know. He didn’t know any answers right now.

All he knew that his entire being was screaming for blood, screaming for the kill. If the went into the night, could he stop himself from killing, stop himself from feeding off the numerous prey in the streets? Could he stop himself from giving into every desire that invaded his thoughts?

His soul was shouting at him. It was Darla all over again, but worse.

He also felt the pull of the bond, something that had been dormant all those years was calling out to him, urging him to take hold.

She – pound – is -- pound – dangerous!

Maybe if he punched harder he could imprint that forever on his mind. Maybe a mantra, she is dangerous she is dangerous she is dangerous

He should know, he made her, he taught her.

Ireland-December 1775

“The Christmas Ball is in two days, Angelus.” Catherine said merrily as she practically danced around her room. Angelus had to keep his laughter in check at her ridiculous motions. Instead he smiled sweetly.

“I know, my love, I’m ready to take you.” He stood to join her by the window, running his hand up and down her arm as they both gazed at the snow falling. Catherine leaned her head on his shoulder.

“They’re jealous, you know.” She said quietly.

“Jealous? Who?” Angelus looked down at her, pretending not to know exactly who she was talking about.

“My sisters. They had always got everything they ever wanted, but this time I got what they wanted, too. They’re jealous that you are with me and not them.” A mischievous twinkle settled in her eyes and she grinned at him in triumph. Angelus did a silent shout of joy. She really was coming along nicely.

“Pay them no mind. That’s how it will always be.” Yes, always. She would be ready soon.

“Forever?”

“Forever.”

~*~

“It’s been weeks, Angelus, why haven’t you killed her?”

“This one’s special. I have big plans for her.”

~*~

Angelus and Catherine waltzed around the dance floor during the Christmas Ball. She smiled and laughed and he joined in.

But for entirely different reasons.

She was ready now. He had nurtured her aggressive emotions until they grew to just the right size. Not too big, of course, he didn’t want his soon to be childe to be rash and destructive. It may have taken months to get her just right, but he knew the result would be well worth it.

Tonight is the night. He will take her to his bed and take her precious virginity and just as she climaxes beneath him he will feed from her, drain her to near death and feed her his own blood. He will finally bring her over to his side, over to the darkness. And when she wakes he will teach her the ways of the world and she will be his most accomplished childe. His most favored.

There was a break in the music and the couple walked off the dance floor, hand in hand, to get some refreshment from a nearby servant.

“I’m bored.” Catherine told him as she sipped her drink.

“Let’s go do something fun!” Her rebellious side was coming out again. Oh, how Angelus loved that side of her. He had been the witness to her actions when she was in a more rebellious mood and he admitted that they were something, could use a bit of work, but still entertaining.

Angelus smiled down at her.

“Anything particular in mind?”

“Not yet, give me a moment to think.”

“ I have an idea.”

“And what would that be?”

“We could leave and go back to my home and have some private fun.” Angelus told her in a husky voice, running a hand up her side.

“Now! That just wouldn’t be proper!”

“Since when have you cared about what’s proper?” Angelus smirked at her and she smiled back, taking his offered hand and allowing him to escort her out of the ball.

~*~

As soon as the door to his bedroom closed behind him Angelus pushed Catherine against the wall and kissed her hard. Catherine responded eagerly, having learned quite a bit from their frequent kisses over the past months.

Without breaking their kiss, Angelus ran his hands up her sides and across her chest, briefly grasping one breast through her dress. He moved both hands to her back, expertly untying the knots as Catherine broke their kiss, gasping for breath.

As the ties came loose Angelus kissed her neck, sucking on her pulse and resisting the urge to sink his fangs into the pulsing artery. He heard Catherine moan his name. Angelus started pushing the dress off her. He stepped back and let it puddle around her feet on the floor, leaving Catherine in only her underclothes. He stared at her hunger ably.

She really is quite beautiful, he absently thought. All the more perfect, of course. She will be able to lure them in with her beauty. Lure them into a false sense of safety with her look of innocence and when they are least expecting it, she’d turn and they wouldn’t even have time to scream.

No time for that, though. It was time to take that innocence away from her completely. He smiled and drew her closer to him, molding her body to his. He kissed her again and he felt her hands push off his coat, immediately moving on to his breaches, desperately untying the knots and tugging his shirt out of the waist.

Angelus helped her get his top garments off and she ran her hands over his chest. He could scent her arousal and it stroked his to an even greater heat. It was difficult to resist his basic urges to rip what was left of her clothes off her and enter her violently. He knew that he had to be gentle or this wouldn’t happen and that was simply intolerable.

He ran his mouth across her jaw and up to her ear.

“You’re still overdressed, love” He whispered seductively, biting her ear gently. Catherine could only nod, dumbly, too lost in the moment.

Angelus slipped his hands under the straps of her under clothes and let the garment slide down her until she was bare before him. Before she could react he tossed her on the bed, following after, kissing her savagely with barely contained lust.

Catherine’s hands were on his pants and he helped her get them off, kissing down her chest, to her breasts as he did. Catherine gasped his name and held his head to her body.

He kissed his way further down his body and Catherine’s eyes widened when she realized what he was going to do. She cried out loudly at the first kiss and clawed her hands into the bed sheets. Angelus had to hold her hips to keep her from thrashing. The world disappeared for Catherine and all that was left was the intense pleasure he gave her.

When Angelus felt her reach her peak he gazed up at her and watched he ride it out, her screams of his name music to his hears. He rose up to her level and kissed her face as she settled down, panting for breath.

“Angelus…” She whispered urgently. He looked into her eyes and permission was silently given. That little voice inside him was furious that he actually had to wait for permission. That really wasn’t his style, but then he entered her and all that was left was the gasps, moans and cries of pleasure.

Catherine screamed his name as she reached climax and right before Angelus followed he changed to his true face. He reveled in the fear in her eyes for a moment before swooping down and biting into her neck.

He pulled back when he drained just enough and Catherine’s eyes fluttered open.

“Angelus?” She questioned, confused at what happened. Why was she dying after performing such an intimate act with the man she loves?

Angelus simply grinned down at her as he made a cut on his own neck. He pulled her limp body up and Catherine instinctively latched on to his neck, drinking his blood.

“Shh…darling, just drink. Everything will be better when you wake.”