Post by Angelus on Apr 16, 2011 16:33:53 GMT -5
OH DEATH,
• well i am death none can excel •
I'LL OPEN THE DOOR TO HEAVEN OR HELL
• well i am death none can excel •
I'LL OPEN THE DOOR TO HEAVEN OR HELL
Yet another fight. This one was a bad one. This time it wasn't only pottery or dishes that flew around the mansion when they fought, but heads actually rolled. As the fighting stormed inside the old mansion, lower vampires decided to come and take a peek. With a perfect excuse of course; to report that things were alright in Sunnydale and the alfa family still were the dominant family. Angelus hated those low-life leeches who bloody enjoyed watching when he and Darla got into huge fights. Mostly these fights started off with the most silliest things. But not this time. This time it was about power. Or actually who was in charge of the vampires in this small miserable town. It was not a pretty sight at all. Both of them were already grouchy because of the lack of blood. Angelus wasn't sure when it actually started. All he could remember was how the anger had risen from the depths of his guts and next thing he knew, he was growling and telling Spike to get Drusilla out. Dru didn't handle those fights too good and Angelus didn't like that Drusilla saw them fighting. She always got too upset by it and they would hear about for weeks. There was a slight chance that Dru might try to cut in and get hurt. And we didn't want that did we? Angelus didn't want his princess to see that mommy and daddy were fighting. Didn't that sound patronizing? The mere idea of that disgusted him. As the fight elevated into a huge storm, the china were the first ones to fly towards Angelus. Then it was flower pots. He still wore the stain of dirt in his expensive jacket which irritated him even more. After all that shouting and cursing, when the other vampires returned to the mansion and one of them dared to ask something from Angelus, the older, tempered vampire took an ax that was just there for the decorations and literally hacked one of theirs head off. Did that silence Darla? Hell no. The fighting went on and on. For hours the two of them fought about the most idiotic things like how should they rule the vampire community here and about..ugh..feelings. Well, Darla's feelings, not Angelus' of course. Hell the vampire wasn't even sure could he feel any emotions.
The World War III didn't end. It was nowhere near ending yet Angelus walked out. Well, actually he ran out since Darla had literally lifted up their couch on the air and thrown it towards Angelus. He had made it out just in time before it smashed it on the doors. When he inhaled the cold air, his mind was buzzing. Part of him wanted to go back, have the most amazing angry sex, but part of him wanted to strangle anyone who he saw. So, the irritated vampire walked away from the mansion. He was fuming. And he was starting to get hungry. I guess you could call it a stress eating situation. Instead of taking his car, the vampire decided to walk. Not that it would make any difference, he looked good no matter what, but he was positive that if he walked, his head would eventually clear up and he could go back. If Darla let him go back that was. He pulled out a pack of cigarette. Smoking usually did magic when ever he was stressed or annoyed. But when he did light up that cancer stick and took his first inhale, the goddamn feeling of anger didn't subside. He brushed his face and cracked his neck. What the hell was wrong with Darla? What the hell was wrong with women for that matter? Why couldn't they be like in the old days; they followed their husbands and never said a word. No matter how badly their husbands treated them? These days it was all about equality and women's rights. Pffth.
Angelus kept breathing in that smoke and waiting for the anger to go away. He still wanted to punch something. He still felt this urge to massacre this small pathetic town. He wasn't even sure where the hell was he headed to. So, just to make sure he wasn't heading towards the place where the Slayers met up, Angelus sniffed the air. Behind the cigarette's strong scent and the asphalt, Angelus recognized another scent. It wasn't any animal.
It was a human. A woman to be exact.
Angelus, the soulless vampire grinned and let out a sinister chuckle while the cigarette hung in his moist lips. Even though the fight with Darla was freshly imprinted in his mind, he decided to follow this particular scent. Perhaps he could blow off some steam and kill this person. Or torture the human. He grinned to himself and told himself to wait and see who it was. He walked over the street, avoiding the street lights and jumped over the high hedges. Softly like a cat, he landed on the soft grass of Sunnydale's park. He inhaled. He was getting closer. The human had just passed the same spot he was in mere minutes ago. The vampire followed the scent with a twisted smirk on his face.
For the first time today, Angelus got lucky. The person was facing her back on her and he was silent as the grave when he approached her. Instead of grabbing the girl from the back, Angelus simply stood there. Oh yes, he let her scent invade his mind like it was something new. He savored every detail of her and smirked. How long would you think it took the girl to notice that there was someone behind her?