[Reviews - 148]
-
Table of Contents [Report This]
Microsoft Word Chapter or Story | ePub eBook Chapter or Story | Printer Chapter or Story

Has been viewed 4528 times

- Text Size +




She tilted her head to one side and then back to the other like she was thinking over his question. In reality she wanted to see if he tasted as good as he looked but that was a little fast even for her. “You’re not a total waste of my time.”

She was saucy, he liked that in a girl. “I was just thinking the same thing pet. You got a name to go with that attitude?”

Before she could respond she heard a familiar and not to welcome voice call out her name several feet behind her. Schooling her face into a carefully blank mask before turning, she never noticed that the guy across from her had been taken back at the sound of her name. “What you brings you by my den of dissoluteness, Detective Angelus?”

“Buffy we need to talk.” Liam said coming to stand in front of her. His tall thick body was cloaked in his habitual black like a priest, only once upon time Angelus had been quite the bad vampire.

Not executable but a general rebel without a cause. She had met him on the vampire gang case but then he had only been a beat cop with a disregard for anything vaguely even resembling a rule or procedure. She had found that sexier than hell and it wasn’t long before the two of them were tearing up the sheets and burning the damn building around them. He had been her wildest, hottest lover ever until he had a crisis of conscience. A case he was working went sideways and a bunch of runaways ended up dead.

She had been there that night, watching along side him as the coroner grimly tried to piece together the mangled bodies of those kids and she saw something in his eyes fade away as the last body was carried out. That something had been his fire, his passion and it had been replaced by a cold spark of duty forged from his crushing guilt. Even though she understood it on some level, she couldn’t stand the cold. It was like her marrow had frozen in her bones and the cheer was leached out of her life with every moment she was around him.

She tried to be the considerate girlfriend but she woke up one morning realizing she no longer knew the man lying next to her. The man she had loved knew how to separate the job from his life and truly live but this new Liam Angelus was as dry as a eighty year old virgin. If he hadn’t been a vamp she would have said he had found God, but as impossible as that was, he still steered away from anything less than pure as the driven snow. Sex had went from chains and blood play to straight vanilla with the standard missionary position making a nightly appearance. In short she was bored sick after a month but then he did the unforgivable, he asked her to sell her club.

“That place breeds the kind of monsters that kill the innocent. Don’t you see that you are better than that, you don’t belong there Buffy. It‘s a place of sin and you’re a pure soul.” He had told her with a fervor usually reserved for the spokesmen who hock those nifty and amazing gadgets on TV, promising that they can change your life for only five easy payments of $19.95. The ones that work like precision instruments on the commercial and only arrive on your doorstep as cheap plastic in a slick box.

In a pig eye she thought, not getting suckered in to his sales pitch. She had seen how that lifestyle hadn’t magically made his life any better and she had no intentions of buying into it any time soon. She had broken off their year long relationship then and there, which was why she was surprised to see him at the River of all places. “Is there bodies on the ground or is this just a social call.”

“It’s personal, will you come with me outside?”

“Angel if you want to talk to me, you can talk to me inside my club. If you can’t even handle that then we have nothing to say to one another.” She told him flipping her hair back over her shoulders. When his eyes instantly trailed down to her chest, she took a deep breath making her naked breasts strain against the thin fabric of her shirt, just to twist the knife in a little more.

“Why do you have to make things hard?”

She walked over to him, swinging her hips like a well oiled metronome set to a slow swaying adagio. “I thought that was the whole point lover?”

When he realized what she meant, he hastily took a step back like she was covered in slime or leeches, possibly even slime covered leeches. Unable to help herself she laughed, a rich deep sound full of smoky amusement. The same man who taught her to appreciate and ride the thin line between pain and ecstasy was as flustered as bride on her wedding night over nothing more than a weak double entendre. So yeah, she laughed.

Recognizing the look on his face and not in a mood for one of his broody snits, she drew in a deep breath and stifled the rest of her amusement. When she was sure that her smile had turned into a serious line, she spoke to him keeping her voice firm and carefully blank. “It’s obvious we have nothing to say to each other. We just don’t live in each other’s worlds anymore.”

“We could if you wanted it bad enough.” Angel told her, not bothering to reclaim the distance he had put between them.

“You have a lot longer lifespan Angel. Maybe you have a century of your life to waste, indulging your dry as weird grain toast phase but this is my only trip on the merry go round that is a human life. I want the brightly colored lights and the thrill deep inside your stomach as you let go of the pole to reach out your hand and touch the air as it breezes around you. I want to taste life, savor it like spun cotton candy until it melts on my tongue. I don’t intend to miss a moment of it, not for you, not for anyone.” Since she still cared about him, she took some of the sting out of her words with an intimate yet innocent smile.

He watched her for a moment, trying to forget about everything but her and the light in her eyes as she had spoken but he couldn’t. He could feel the air in this place, like a thick cloying cloud of sweat and sin reaching out to touch his flesh. All around him he heard the sounds of bodies pressing together, the sound of leather meeting leather, skin slapping again skin with a thick meaty whap and it disgusted him.

Like the people all around him, like her…he had let himself be a slave to his need to feel. While at the time people had been dying because he was thinking about his dick and not his job. No matter how hard he scrubbed the stain of the blood that he should have stopped from being spilt, would always be on his hands and not even for her would he let there be anymore. He didn’t need anymore ghosts staring back at him with glassy eyes dulled by death asking him why he hadn’t saved them, why he hadn’t protected them.

He knew that he couldn’t save everyone, he was just one man after all, but looking at the woman he loved completely in her element he knew he had to concentrate on the ones he could save. She was the Queen of the Dammed and she would remain in her palace ruling over her wicked court of depravity and nothing he would ever do would convince her to walk away. Saving his breath, he gave her a slight smile and made he was back to his own world.

Relieved that it hadn’t turned into a full out scene, she suddenly remembered the handsome stranger. Turning around, she wasn’t surprised that he had went off to seek his pleasure elsewhere. With no choice but to do the same, she threw herself back into the music with reckless abandon. But a pair of piercing blue eyes never wondered far from her mind.

Spike watched her pick up where she had left off before the Detective had arrived and tried to decide what his next course of action would be. He had come to this place looking for the daughter of Har’tuh and had gotten distracted by a shapely ass. An ass that happened to belong to the girl he was being paid a small fortune to guard with his life. Something told him that his employer, her dear old dad, wouldn’t be to pleased if he learned that he done anything more to her tight little body than protecting it.





You must login (register) to review.