Title:
Underworld
Author:
SexyShae
Author’s
Note: Inspired by the previews for "Underworld"- no spoilers, I think
cuz i really don’t know what the movie is about or what not just that there’s a
chick, I think she's a vamp and there seems to be a specie of beasts. Anyway, if its similar to the movie coming
out, so sorry, its totally a coincidence.
Also, the
poem Angelus recites to Buffy is Sonnet 43, By Elizabeth Barrett Browning from
her book, Sonnets from the Portuguese.
Rated:
NC-17 fa sho!
There's a
battle waging.
Vampires,
Likens; werewolves.
Humans
are of no consequence now.
It was
written a thousand years before this decade.
One girl,
hybrid would even the score and force a balance between the immortal enemies.
She,
along with her comrades would destroy all those who opposed the order and set
the pace for eternity to come.
She is,
The Slayer!
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Her
long black coat sauntered behind her like a schoolboy following his crush. Their hands linked, small and big, tall to
short, dark to darker.
A
small growl emanated from his broad throat warning off any opposing
lurkers. She was his and he hers and as
long as he hunted, he would protect her.
Their faces remained neutral as they continued their journey through the
alleyway. In this time, Vampires had no
need to lurk in shadows but it was naturally a part of their inherited stealth.
The
two were famous in the Underworld.
She was well known for she was the one who would change this world. She had read books on mythical creatures,
vampires, witches, werewolves and other demons and she nearly laughed at the
far-fetched folk tale stereotypes.
Sure
vampires were bloodsuckers, they needed nourishments as much as other beings
did but there were also tales that remained untrue about the specie.
Vampires
did have souls.
They
possessed feelings and emotions, like humans, but were misunderstood. They were animals, primitive and natural
hunters but it did not mean that they lacked regret or a consciences.
There
were some evil repulsive vampires and there were others, like Dawn, who was as
innocent as a flower.
Lucky
for them, she was a mix between the two.
Her
companion or her lover held her hand strongly as they continued their walk to a
club. He was beautiful and she
remembered the first time she lay eyes on him, knowing she would be his for
eternity.
Angelus,
the most powerful demon of his specie wove his way into her heart and had been
imbedded there for the past six years.
Where
others saw him as vicious and threatening, she knew the real him. The man that loved her so completely, so
tenderly she almost wept when they touched.
The Angelus she knew loved to draw and read poetry while he lay his head
in her lap and she sifted her fingers through his hair.
He
loved all the small things, like her smile and her toes, even her soul,
something he didn’t always admit he possessed.
He
was even willing to accept what she was, who she was destined to be and never
asked questions.
She
was indeed a hybrid-the Hybrid. A mix
between a werewolf father and a vampire mother. She had learned the hard way
how freakish she was thought of but at the same time how people had anticipated
her anointing to their world. On some
levels she was their risen savior, here to save the day and on other levels she
was a problem, doom.
It
was on these levels that lay the problem.
Pulling
her from her thoughts she watched as Angelus’ hand shot out, gripping the
throat of a lurking demon.
Cocking
his head to the side, he didn’t give the demon a chance to explain himself or
throw a punch. Nope, he just squeezed
his hand, crushing the neck of the vampire who simultaneously turned to dust.
Buffy
just looked into his eyes and he looked back, giving her a small smile before
they continued their walk through the alley.
She
couldn’t help it. He already had her
body finely attuned to whatever he did and him smirking and acting all growly
almost earned him a moan. He was sexy
by nature, his pale alabaster skin clashing against the night’s darkness yet
sparkling in the moons glow. When
provoked to acting possessive or angry he became sin personified. His lips would snare and his eyes would
become speckled with gold. His body
would go taut, every muscle flexed and hard making her want to squeeze them.
Then there was the growling.
God,
he would produce the most feral, orgasmic sounds that shot pleasure sparks
straight to her center.
In
her twenty-one years of life, she had never known anyone who fit her more
perfectly than he did. He had been her companion since she was sixteen. He was her first love, her first kiss, and
the first and only person who had her body, her heart and soul.
Pausing
outside the club he turned to face her, unconsciously removing a stray hair
from her face.
“Trix
is inside, Inioun. Be careful.” He warned, letting his hand crawl to her
neck, gently guiding her mouth to his.
He
kissed her sweetly, tenderly, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth before
growling lightly. It seemed that it was
over before it had even began, the only evidence of its occurrence a red pouty
lip and fire blazed eyes. She
immediately sobered, nodding her head once slowly before tearing into the
club.
The
music exploded around her, the loud banging noise of the drums and base trying
its best to disable her hearing. She
honed in on her senses as she watched her lover disappear into the crowed. She quickly began searching the crowd of
hormonal vampires, slipping her body between the gyrating forms of demons. The air smelled of sex, blood and arousal
and she quickly thought of finding her own mate and adding to the
pheromone.
Angel
plowed through the clans of people, the pack parting like Moses and the red sea
at his presence. He was there master;
they would fold for him, wish death upon themselves if he scrutinized
them. He was the embodiment of power,
darkness and fear.
Walking
smoothly across the floor, he was led to stand directly in front of the man or
vampire he was hunting. Tonight was not
about the kill. Tonight was a warning. The kill would come soon enough.
Trix
put out his cigarette; blowing murky gray smoke from his crusted blood stained
lips and leaned back in his chair.
“Angelus?” He said coolly, quirking an eyebrow up at
the taller man.
“You
know why I’m here.” He replied with equal calmness, his eyes remaining guarded
and his senses alert.
He
smiled then, an evil bearing of yellowed teeth from tobacco use and bad eating
habits.
“Of
course we know why you’re here. You,
Angelus, want to prevent the destruction of those who murder you’re kind. The same kinds that murdered your family and
left you to the wolves or shall I say the vampires?” He said evenly, quirking his head to the side. “Oh yeah, and I suppose your Night Crawler
is a part of this too. Your beloved
Buffy the Vampire Layer.”
At
his insult and laugh, Angelus had him by the throat, eyes changing radically
between gold and brown, attempting to calm his anger.
Trix’s
cronies were powerless to pull the master vampire from their leader and smart
enough not to try. It would have been
suicide to even touch him, let alone try to remove him from a lower being.
Processing
their place in the matter, the small group of demons watched as a whirl of
black leather and blond sunshine practically wrapped her body around Angelus,
whispering something in his ear.
His
face relaxed a bit but his grip did not and that was when she turned to eye
Trix.
“Funny
little predicament you’ve got here.
Insulting a master vampire, actually The Master Vampire at that and His
chosen mate? I’ll tell ya, sometimes they never do
learn.” She sang sung as her lover
began tilting Trix’s head at a very impossible angle.
“Baby,
I know you wanna rip his head from his body, but where is the fun in that?” She asked seductively, allowing the aroma
the room held to overtake her senses.
She snaked a hand down his chest and to the top of his leather pants and
stopped there, licking his neck and purring softly.
“Come
dance with me.” She ordered softly,
sounding much like an innocent requested.
Angelus, tightening his hold, eyed the vampire and smirked before
letting go and allowing Buffy to guide him to the dance floor.
Trick
gripped his neck, crusted fingertips massaging the bruises that were forming
from Angel’s grasp and watched at the two disappeared through the crowed. He took this as his opportunity to close up
shop for the night. He’d fight this battle another time and another place.
No,
tonight was not the time.
~~
“What
was that all about?” She asked, pushing
her body into his as he stood against a wall.
“He
annoys me. It amazes me the balls some
of these guys have, Buffy.” He replied,
trying to keep his eye on said target.
“By
the way, why’d you pull me away? He’s
leaving now.”
“Because,
your temper is going to get us a lot of unwanted attention tonight.” She purred, nuzzling his neck.
“Pft,
you, unwanted?” He asked, his hands
grabbing her small hips, gently massaging his fingertips into the toned flesh.
“Umm,
tonight yes, Lover. There is a team in
the back and shooter on the second level and see that group over there? That is The Three.” She explained, nipping
his neck, where he liked.
“You
see, tonight isn’t the night for war.”
“Doesn’t
mean I have to be pleased.”
“Take
me home, Angel.” She invited.
Without words, he pushed from the wall, catching her lithe body and guided here from the club and to their home.
~~
Both
being creatures of exalted ability and strength, their mating never lacked
excitement and passion. When they had
set foot within the Hyperion and saw the lobby dark and empty, he had shoved
her against the door and took her, no warnings or permission needed. She took him into her body, meeting his
every thrust, moving her hips against his in wild abandon. She came before him, and after he had
finished, he carried her up to their rooms and blanketed her body with his own.
He peeled the rest of her clothing away as he kissed the flesh as it became
exposed to his hungry eyes.
“How do I
love thee? Let me count the ways.” He began, pulling her shirt from her body.
”I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight” he continued, peeling her bra
back to suckle her rosy nipples.
”For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's,” she moaned as he began nipping kisses to
the underside of her breast, gently cupping them in his hands as he laved the
perfect skin.
”Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;” he breathed, pressing feather
soft kisses down her belly, one he wished could become round with his child.
”I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose,” he dipped his tongue into her belly
button, sucking her skin wetly into his mouth.
He grasped the top of her leather pants, unbuttoning them and gently
pulling them from her ripened body.
”With my lost saints, -I love thee with the breath,” he pulled her panties down
her legs, throwing them to the floor.
”Smiles, tears, of all my life! -and, if God choose,” he pressed an open
mouthed kiss to her intimate lips.
”I shall but love thee better after death.”
He recited against her now heated flesh.
She was gently moaning at the sexual fire that he
began to build within her. He parted her lips with deft fingers and licked her
tiny nubbin until she began to writhe against him. Not wanting to make this over too soon, he stabbed his tongue
into her core, avoiding her tender pressure point.
She moaned, sifting her fingers through his soft
hair, trying to pull him where she needed him most. Instead, he shoved her
knees flush with her elbows, lifting her delectable core into the air. The smell she created enticed him to the
point of near insanity. He was fighting
to remain in his human visage and eagerly starving to taste her more.
“I love you, so much, beloved.” He declared, emotions overwhelming him to
the point of near loss of control. He wanted to consume her, breathe her and
posses her always.
Since he knew that all these things were possible, he
took full advantage of the opportunity.
He latched onto her weeping core, giving into her
whimpering pleadings of want and pushed her over the edge. He held her legs in place as she jerked,
body spasming out of control. She
screeched his name, chest heaving with pleasure as she silently chanted his
name. Passion was so small a word, love
so inappropriate for what she felt for her mate. Her eyes watered as she calmed, realizing that they had connected
on a soul soaring level once again.
Releasing her legs, he kissed his way back up her
body, discarding the rest of his clothing in the process. He kissed her,
tenderly and deeply, sucking her tongue into his mouth, letting her taste
herself. Turning her around, he spooned
her back, parting her legs and slowing entered her from the back. He rocked her so gently, so smoothly, that
she lulled in between sleep and awake ness. Only when he manipulated her clit
and sent her over the edge once again did she come fully alive. Body clenching
him inside her body, not letting go.
Afterwards, the two lovers, still in each others embrace, fell
into a relaxing, sated slumber.
Well, as for now, that is all for this story. Maybe in the future I will continue this,
but for now, I’m good.
Feedback and hope you enjoyed.