FIC: Dark Musings (1/1)

["Shadow" <Shadowlander1@xxxxxxx>]

I have no idea where this fic came from, just found myself writing it
today, seemed like the thing to do at the time. Let me know what you
think of it. :)

Title: Dark Musings (1/1)
Author: Shadowlander
Email: Shadowlander1@xxxxxxx
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters commonly associated with
Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel: The Series; they belong to others and
are used without permission. No copyright infringement is intended.
Pairing: Cordelia/Willow/Angelus; Dru/Buffy
Rating: NC-17
Archive: The usual places all others please ask first
Summary: Angelus watches his human pets at play... or something like
that.
Spoilers: Nothing major Angel Investigations is in the old hotel now
with a few new additions to the LA crew.
Note: This is told strictly from Angel's point of view... never tried
this approach before so let me know how it turns out.


DARK MUSINGS (1/1)

I hate moving, I freely admit it... I Angelus, one half of the Scourge
of Europe, hate moving! I hate the damn boxes, packing tape and not
knowing where to put all the damn stuff that gets packed away in those
aforementioned evil little boxes. And most importantly I hate moving
stuff that doesn't even belong to me in the first place. How did I get
talked into all of this in the first place? I just know it's all some
deranged plot by TPTB... some sort of bizarre atonement for my past
crimes. Didn't I suffer enough back in Sunnydale? Having to be around
Xander Harris and constantly fighting the urge to rip out his heart and
hand it back to him?

Apparently not, or I wouldn't be here now, trapped in my own hotel
trying to find the damn door on what has been set aside as the
"Library/Research" center. I know the damn door is here somewhere...
and just when did we get all these damn books anyway? I know Giles has
a huge collection, most of which have never been subjected to the
horrors of Harris' dirty little hands tainting the ancient pages, but
this is outrageous. Did the man raid the entire Watcher's Library after
he rejoined them? And was it really necessary that he sent me the more
delicate ones that can't be risked with forever being stained with jam
and pizza grease? Just what the hell is this anyway? "The Proper Care
and Feeding of a Fungus Demon"? Who in their right mind would want to
keep a fungus demon? Unless... yup I should have known, its one of
Spike's gag books. So help me when I get my hands on Shadow for showing
him where to find that novelty website I'm going to stake her... and
maybe that Bill guy too for helping him get the order form right before
sending it off. And people say I was a heartless bastard at one time.
But never in my entire existence as a heartless, sadistic killer did I
ever once turn lose Spike on the Internet with an unlimited charge
card... that is just too evil even for me.

Finally... the damn door, knew it was here somewhere. I mean, really, I
had to have gotten in here in the first place somehow, although the hole
in the floor above doesn't count. I'm not the one that fell through it
to begin with... and just who let Harris roam around the hotel anyway?
I know I sure didn't give him permission to go poking around my home.
There is such a thing as the sanctity of a vampire's lair you know.
There is no telling what he has done upstairs before falling through the
ceiling. I just know I'm going to have to burn everything in my bedroom
and probably the room I set aside for Willow and Cordelia. That boy
always did have an unhealthy obsession with my girls.

"My girls," I do like saying that, something about the words seem to so
right to both my demon and soul. And they are mine, the two finally
able to admit that I am their master no matter what the state of my soul
is at the time. Now if I can just get rid of Harris... his continuous
attempts at helping me settle in are beginning to annoy me. And just
what is it with him and that 'Papa Smurf for President" t-shirt and that
equally disturbing "Blue-boy's Gym: Let Hefty Show You The Way" sweater
anyway? I just know that there is something too hellmouthy about
that... may have to let Spike take that swing at the moron like he
always wants. That would prove Harris is possessed and I wouldn't feel
any remorse at having to tear his head off. Yeah I like that idea, got
to talk it over with my boy.

Oh well I'll take it up with Spike when he and his mate return, right
now I think I'll check on my girls. I remember the first time my demon
saw them... when I lost my soul for the first time in Sunnydale. Oh how
I wanted them at my side as I bathed the town in blood night after
night, and I would have had them too if I didn't get recursed. While a
apart of me is still enraged over Willow's nerve, curding me once again
with a bothersome soul. Me! Her master! Owner of all she is and will
ever be, she condemned to an un-life of guilt... and then to make
matters worse I got kicked into hell. But that later part wasn't really
Willow's fault, both sides of me know that, she was just trying to keep
me from doing something stupid like actually getting the hellmouth
opened. For that she will be forgiven... I mean really? What the hell
WAS I thinking? Trying to open the hellmouth and let all the unworthy
demons out to destroy my world.

At least now I got my priorities straight... keep away from the
hellmouth and rebuild my family elsewhere. Its amazing when you think
about it, they all thought I was still cursed, that the spell would
actually withstand the ultimate joy of getting out of hell after
countless centuries. But at least the experience did teach me something
about control and looking at the big picture. So I know work for TPTB,
big deal I kill off low-life demons and save innocents. Its not like
I've totally given up on killing humans and painting the town red, I am
just more selective now then before. That and the interference of
Wolfram and Hart, they just have to go, there is no way past that one.
They dare try to kill me, attack my "employees", blow my home up, and
force me to endure Xander Harris while I settle into my new home. For
that last indignity I will bath in all of their blood, torture and kill
all of their loved ones in front of them as I wipe their names from the
pages of history.

And now I'm in the position to do so, finally I have Cordelia and Willow
with me where they belong. I also have the Slayer's blessing, imagine
that... I have Buffy's consent to destroy my enemies and lay claim to
LA. Of course it probably helps that my darling Drusilla has returned
and is shagging the blonde once more. I still can't believe I missed
the fact that my dark princess was out screwing the Slayer when I
returned the first time, but somehow the two kept their affair quiet. I
guess it was for the best; it did keep me from actually destroying the
world after all... although I could have done without the side trip to
hell. I still say the bitch enjoyed kicking me into the portal, she
just disappeared later mourning the fact that Spike took her lover away
from her.

At least Dru has decided to settle in Sunnydale with her pet Slayer,
allowing me to move up my plans for my girls. I got my girls at my
side, Spike and the new love of his un-life moving in to help me with
the more troublesome cases, although I think he was just trying to get
away from Dru and Buffy. It is kind of nauseating watching the two
together, I mean really... they could have both had me and they chose
one another. But at least I don't have to worry about farm-boy,
thankfully the first thing Dru did when she returned to town was to
drain that bastard. Okay it was really the second, although why Dru
would take the time to inform Joyce Summers that she was officially
courting the Slayer is a bit beyond me, but then again my darling
Drusilla always was a bit strange.

Just as long as I get plenty of warning before the two decide to pay me
visit. Granted I much prefer her screwing Dru, if she absolutely has to
be doing someone... I still break out into a cold sweat thinking of
farm-boy sleeping with my Slayer. Yeah, Buffy is still my Slayer, I
think she always will be in a lot of ways, but that doesn't mean I like
thinking of her shagging one of my favourite childer. Kids nowadays...
always rebelling against something, I just know this is all Dru's
revenge for me killing her family and trying to drive her insane.

I am brought out of my musings about Dru and her chosen methods of
revenge by the rather enjoyable sight that greeted me when I enter the
old dining room in search of my girls. There laid out on one of the
tables was a very naked Willow kissing an equally naked Cordelia, both
clearly forgotten that they were supposed to be working. As it was they
had gotten naked and were in the process of screwing each other's brains
out... I really love the way they tend to think most days.

"You started without me again," I purred walking into the room, closing
the large heavy door behind me. "You two know you're not to start
without me." I reminded them starting to peel off my 'Angel' clothes.
Now that everyone sort of knows that I'm back to my old soulless self
maybe I can start wearing comfortable clothing again... all this cotton
is getting on my nerves.

I had just gotten my cock free and Delia was already eager to take it
into her mouth when an annoying voice interrupted us.

"Yo Deadboy... I got the last of the stuff from G-man... where do you
want it!" The bane of my un-life yelled out as he came stomping through
the lobby.

"I hate him."

The end.

Well? Strange wasn't it? I'll go back to working on my other stuff now
and plot further ways of tormenting the lists and such. :)

Shadow -
Dir. of Pub. Safety of the SECLGA and Chief Dungeon Keeper.
Vampire Teddy Bear and Flying Fox {Fruit Bat} of the Woods Outback.
The Big Bad and Little Comma.