"make up your mind
decide to walk with me
around the lake tonight
around the lake tonight
by my side"

Walking into the bar, Angelus searched the room for the one who had summoned him. The one who haunted his dreams. The one who he wanted, who he craved.

He spotted her sitting at a bar towards the back of the bar. He wouldn't have spotted her, the way she was hunched over her drink, if it wasn't for her red hair. It was like a shining beacon calling out to him through the dim smoke filled room. Calling out to him, drawing him to her.

"I'm not going to lie
I'll not be a gentle man
behind the boathouse
I'll show you my dark secret"

Ignoring the mass of bodies filling the place and the whispered words about her, Angelus made his way over to her. As he did, he heard the whispers change from thoughts of claiming her, to warnings that she was with him.

Standing in front of her he waited for her to realize that he was there. Her head came up suddenly and his name fell from her lips "Angelus."

Nodding he sat down next to her. Reaching for her drink, he took a sip from it then fixed his gaze on her. "You summoned?" he said in an icy voice.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, she whispered "I never meant for it to be a summons ... I just needed to see you."

"Why?"

"I'm not going to lie
I want you for mine
My blushing bride
my lover, be my lover yeah."

Why? she asked herself. Did she even know why?

Looking over at the man sitting with her, she had to wonder what she was doing there, in this place, with him.

It was a dive on the edge of town. A seedy run down place filled to the rafters with all sort of monsters, both human and demon. The man she sat with was the worst of them all.

Images and thoughts, longings and fears filled her mind. She didn't know what she was doing there. She didn't even know if it was real or fantasy.

Fantasies, just the thought of them had her closing her eyes as she bit back a moan. So many fantasies she had, all of them starring him.

"Don't be afraid
I didn't mean to scare you
so help me jesus
I can promise you
you will stay as beautiful
with dark hair and soft skin
forever, forever"

Fantasies that had all ended the same way ... with her death.

Each and every time she gave herself to him completely. Mind, body and soul.

Yet here she was, sitting in this place with him, having a drink with him. Trying to figure out a way to tell him that she belonged to him.

"make up your mind
make up your mind
and i promise you
I will treat you well
my sweet angel
so help me jesus, jesus"

"You're quiet." he said suddenly.

Startled her eyes flew open "Sorry. Was just thinking."

"About what?" he asked, leaning forward and taking her free hand in his.

'About you, about me, about how i want to die in your arms if that's what it takes to have you touch me.' she thought, the longing, the need in her eyes as she didn't dare speak the words aloud. "Nothing." she whispered instead.

"Don't lie to me." he snarled slightly as his hand tightened around hers. "You called me, told me to meet you here, the least you can do is be honest."

The power in his grip drove home for her what she was doing. With a deep breath she raised her gaze and looked into his eyes. "I . . . I belong to you."

His eyes suddenly gleamed yellow in the light, "Do you know what you are saying?"

"give it up to me
give it up to me
do you want to be my angel

do you wanna die
do you wanna die
do you wanna die
my sweet angel"

Speechless now, all she could do was nod. That was all he needed. He rose from the table and gathered her into his arms.

Heading out of the bar he made his way towards a dark alley. Pushing her up against the wall "Don't play games with me little girl. If this happens, you know the risks."

"Who says they are games?" She whispered up at him. She didn't have time to react as suddenly he pulled her to him and lowered his mouth to hers.

She felt his lips cover hers and then felt his probing tongue. As the potent taste of him, a taste almost like old wine, dark, musky, and slightly sweet, filled her mouth, she moaned into his mouth. Wrapping her arms around him, she pressed herself up against him as she deepened their kiss.

Suddenly his hands came up and pushed on her shoulders as he pulled his head up, breaking their kiss.

"Tell me to stop." He breathed out in a ragged voice. "Tell me to stop or heaven help us both, I'll take you right here where we stand."

She smiled up at him as she pressed herself back up against him, pulling his head back down to hers she kissed him savagely.

With a growl, his control almost gone, He pushed her back up against the wall. Lifting her leg to his hip he pressed himself against her, his other hand buried deep in her hair. Breaking the kiss, he trailed his mouth to her ear. Biting on the lobe he whispered "Is this what you want?"

Moaning she pressed herself against his straining fly, rubbing herself on him. In harsh whisper she said "No. This isn't what I want. I want to feel you inside me."

She let out another low moan as he tightened his hands, in her hair and on her thigh. As he sank his teeth into her ear lobe, a growl escaping his throat as his control fled.

Licking, biting and sucking on her neck, He reached for the edges of her shirt. Pulling on them, he yanked her shirt open. Pushing her bra aside, he closed his hand around her breast, his rough palm teasing her nipple. Bending her back over his arm he lowered his head to it. Sucking it into his mouth, he lightly bit it. Holding it between his teeth he worried it with his tongue.

Raising his head he pulled her back to him and claimed her mouth again, as his hands lifted her skirt. Hooking his hands into the waistband of her panties, he pulled on them, breaking the seams as the fabric cut into her's skin. A brief pain that was quickly replaced in her mind with pleasure as he stroked her wet lips, parting them as his fingers found her clit.

She felt her body respond to his touch, her hips thrusting sightly as she started to come. As he slid a finger into her, he broke their kiss to watch her face as she came all over his hand, her juices coating his fingers.

Looking into his eyes, she moaned his name. "Angelus."

"Is this what you wanted?" He asked her with a smirk as he felt her orgasm subside.

Reaching for him, She pulled his zipper down and wrapped her hands around his cock. Looking him in the eye as she stroked her hand up and down she whispered "Fuck me Angelus, fuck me now. Please."

She wasn't sure if it was the fuck me, or the please, that did it, but as he completely undid his jeans and pulled her to him, she didn't really care.

Lifting her leg to his hip with one hand again, he guided himself to her opening with the other. Feeling himself start to slide into her, he let go of himself, grabbed her hips and thrust into her.

She bit her lip to stop her scream of pleasure as he filled her suddenly and completely. He was deep inside her, as deep as he could go, as they stood there panting. She felt her inner muscles twitch and throb as another orgasm started to build.

Faster, and faster, deep and deeper, tighter, hotter it became as she felt herself coming again and again. Her teeth almost drawing blood as she bit her lip so as to not scream his name.

She felt his hands tighten on her hips, hard enough to almost cross that thin line between pleasure and pain, almost, but not quite.

His fangs sinking into her neck did though. A pain that quickly changed to pleasure. She could feel her blood filling his mouth as he filled her. His body pounding into her in time with the beating of her heart. His hands tightened on her hips, his nails scoring her flesh as he pumped deep into her. Lifting his head from her neck he snarled her name.

They stood there for a moment, unmoving, bodies pressed tight against each other. Slowly he released his grip on her hips. As he softened and slipped out of her, she slid her leg off hip and stepped back from him slightly, the wall behind her stopping her from going any farther.

Tugging her skirt back down, she watched as he adjusted his clothes and pulled something out of his pocket. Handing it to her without a word, She looked down at it. She was dazed enough by what had happened that it took a moment for it to register that he was handing her his handkerchief. She took it without a word and just stood there holding it. With an arched look at him then at the handkerchief and back again, she waited for him to say something to her.

"To stop the bleeding." he said as he looked at her neck.

"Why?" was all she could ask. Why ... such a small word full of so many different questions. Why had he fucked her? Why hadn't he killed her? Why hadn't he changed her.

Slowly he reached out for her, his hand soft and gentle on her face. "Because." Oh such a simple word full of so many reasons. He leaned his head down and kissed her softly "Now you wear my mark. You do belong to me now."

"I know." she answered softly, already yearning to feel him inside her again.

With a smile on his face he turned from her and walked away.

She knew the fantasy was now real. She was his, forever.

~*~ The End ? ~*~