A/N: hey all! this is sorta a Buffy/Angelus fic. not really, but kinda. it takes place during season 2. anyway i hope you like it and will review. the song is "Haunted" by Evanescence.
Haunted
Angelus couldn't understand why he couldn't kill her. So what if she was beautiful? Darla and Dru were just as pretty.
Long lost words whisper slowly to me
Still can't find what keeps me here
When all this time I've been so hollow inside
I know you're still there
He felt it, rattling the cage that he himself had been in for so many long years..... His soul.
Buffy looked fearfully out of all her windows before locking each. Angelus had been getting more frequent with his nightly visits, and Buffy had more intention of letting a wolf eat her mother than of letting Angelus in her house easily.
Watching me wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing you loving you
I won't let you pull me down
Angelus suddenly caught her sweet vanilla scent in the air; he must be near her house. He smirked sadistically and started off in the direction of the sweet perfume that was her. As he got closer, he could hear her heart, beating louder and faster with every step he took.
Hunting you I can smell you-alive
Your heart pounding in my head
Suddenly Buffy got the all-too-familiar feeling of being watched. Her vamp senses were practically screaming at her.
Watching me wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Saving me raping me
Watching me...
He suddenly crashed through her bedroom window, "Miss me, lover?"
"Actually.....no," Buffy aimed a punch at his head, but he ducked, causing her to careen out of control toward the broken window. She was about to fall when she was abruptly pulled back away from the sharp glass and open space below.
She looked down at the ground, frightened at how close she had come to death and letting him win, as he whispered into her ear, "Not yet, lover, if you're going to die, it's gonna be by my hand."
He pulled her back and she fell into his arms.
Watching me wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing me loving me
I won't let you pull me down
She leaned into him, letting him win the battle. He lowered his head to her neck, just grazing her jugular. She didn't stop him. She didn't pull away. She didn't scream. She just stood there, letting him. He was bewildered at her reaction. Why wasn't she fighting back? He considered letting her go, but she seemed to want this deep down inside her. He decided to give her what she wanted. He bit down, but not too hard, and took only a little blood; he didn't want to kill her. Not like this, anyway. He had a better idea. After licking the wound closed, he whipped her around and kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth.
She could taste the coppery blood on his lips as he violated her mouth with his tongue. Next thing she knew, he deposited her on her bed and jumped out the window. He was gone.
Angelus smirked as he walked back to the mansion. She will die. He would torture her for eternity. He would play with her. He would turn her. She will be mine. After all, beauty is a terrible thing to waste.