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.

 

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“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.

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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.

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