#domox

Passion

Summary: ‘All you have to do is close your eyes’

“Passion…it is born…and though uninvited, unwelcome, unwanted…like cancer, it takes root. It festers. It bleeds. It scabs…only to rupture and bleed anew. It grows…it thrives…until it consumes. It lives…so, it must die…in time.” – Angel, “Passion”

{Velvet: 1:00 p.m}

 “So, do you want the job or not? We have other girls and yet you are the only one who isn’t like the rest of them.”

The girl in question, shrugged. She had explained earlier why she wanted the job. It’s not the dream job she’s always wanted, but it’s better than running back to mommy dearest and explain her trust fund was near dust. She only had a little left and thought it would be best to get a job and work to keep it high, but she’s just never had a job. Her mother wanted her to focus on school all her life and handed things to her as if nothing else mattered.  But right now, she wanted to stay in college, and knew that if she wanted to make the big bucks you would have to do the lusty business. Plus working at Mcdonalds or Burger King was not a sweet way to get some adventure.

“Like the rest of them? What do you mean? I assume they aren’t bad.”

The woman before her bursts in a fit laughter, pulling herself from her chair to a stand. She continues to laugh as she moves to the other side of the room, opening the cabinet, peeking through the files and pulling out all of them. She walks back to the black desk that’s littered with her coffee cup, one photo of a dog she never had and a computer that takes up half of the desk.  She sits back down and throws the files on the desk.

The girl jumps from the loud noise it makes and swallows hard. The files are thick and are all colored. The first one she notices is the hot pink and the faint pink. One right after the other.

“These girls are my best girls. They are the in things and are wanted more than all the rest of my girls. What we do is just more than making sure that our clients are satisfied. What you do out there reflects back on me. What you allow reflects back on me.” She picks up the first folder; it’s the hot pink one.

The girl watches amazed. The name Cordelia was written in pretty cursive.

 The woman opens it and lays it out on top of the others.

First there’s a picture of a brunette. She’s tall, beautiful.

She reminds the girl of a model.

“She’s our royal bitch. She keeps the other girls in line and thinks she’s the best.”

The woman sounds more annoyed than she is excited. She flips through the folder, showing her briefly what’s in it, before she puts it away.

She grabs for the second. Harmony is written across it. Her handwriting is large and big.

“She’s our ‘blonde’ in the family. The men like that, so she is kept around.”

The woman flips through the pages. All the girl sees is pictures of dogs.

She cringes. She tells herself if she gets a job here, she won’t speak or ever look at her.

The woman grabs for the third folder, it’s black. The letters written across it are white, a pearl white.

“This is Darla. She’s the true Queen; she’s been working with me since I started this. She’s everything a guy could ever want.” The woman quiets. She frowns, but nothing else is said beyond that point. She keeps the folder closed.

The girl understands.  She probably doesn’t want to peek, maybe, just a bit.

“She’s dead. I found her in her home on her bathroom floor. She’s been gone for three months and….”The woman quiets once more. “Well, let’s just say, it’s still sore.”

The girl nods. She understands. She doesn’t like talking about death either.

The woman grabs for the folders, rearranging them and placing them on a pile to the side of her. She leans back in her chair, her eyes focused on the girl in front of her.

“So tell me, can you do this job?”

The girl doesn’t hesitate. “Yes ma’am. I can handle anything you can throw at me.”

The woman laughs once again. “Please call me Jenny. No need for the formality.”

The girl looks at her hands. They are holding onto the sides of the chair, her fingers dangling as she sat there.

“Well, Jenny. I want to be independent. If I have to dance because the Master wants me too. I will.”

Jenny can’t stop laughing. Most of the girls she’s met. They are all business. Their faces are blank. But this girl…Buffy… she’s different.

“You won me over already and I don’t immediately start liking my girls, but we are desperate in need of some help.”

Buffy straightens in her chair. Am I hired?  She doesn’t pry. She just needs to focus in on her words.

“What can I do?”

“Our best client is in need of some of our services. He was Darla’s man, but since she’s gone. He’s gone rather bored with us so left. I heard he’s coming back and I did speak of hiring new women.”

Buffy is intrigued, but scared. If Darla was the best, she doesn’t want to put them to shame.

“Are you sure you can trust me with him?”

Jenny nods slowly. “Yes, why not? Angelus doesn’t like things that have been used. He firsts likes to watch the girl, get used to her. He’s a very demanding man, but from what I remember. He’s everything a girl could want.”

“When will I see Angelus?” Buffy says the name slowly. She’s trying to get used to the taste in her mouth and then she jumps. She has to say it. “I’m not a virgin or anything. I’ve had sex with one guy and he….I wasn’t good enough.”

Jenny can tell by how Buffy reacted that she’s still sore about it. She understands. There are things one can’t talk about no matter how hard they try. A warm comforting smile spreads along her features. “Buffy, it’s alright. Angelus likes to teach.”

She digs in her desk, opening the drawers to dig through them. Angelus was coming around later in the evening. She needed Buffy ready by then.

But she feels as if she had to say it. “Are you sure you want this?”

Buffy nods. “It’s not like I really have much to do, right?”

“All you have to do is close your eyes.”

{Outside of Velvet: 10:30 p.m}

Angelus kept his hands clasped together as he tilts his hand to admire the huge burgundy building in front of him. It’s about three floors tall, thin, slender. It reminds him of something he hasn’t put to use in…what two weeks. His law firm was finally marked as not the one to mess with. He was finally getting the big boys to see how he worked, his level of thinking. His partners are ecstatic, all that hard work. They want to take their jackets off and chill out. So, he called Jenny. She’s still sore about the Darla thing. She thinks since he never told Darla what she wanted to hear, she killed herself. He doesn’t care and stressed the fact.

He doesn’t do emotions. He doesn’t feel. He doesn’t want to be waited on. He likes being alone. He’s a demon on the inside. He likes to hurt them, make them suffer, people. They are all idiots anyway.

But, back to the point. He had called Jenny to rearrange something. He lets his boys hang about, dig their dicks in some good looking women and drink. He can find his own fun. He always does, but she pleads with him. She begs and blurts that she’s hiring, this was two days ago, new girls and would love him to come out as well, not just the boys.

He accepts her invitation. He guesses the girl she hires is the one he’ll have.

He doesn’t like things used and tainted if it wasn’t touched by him first.

“Boss, we can pick another location if you want?” He hears Charles Gunn behind him. He’s the only one of them who knows the situation, about Darla. The rest of them look confused.

He turns to face them all, shushing their murmurs with a stare. They straighten, clear their throats, but only Charles, or Gunn, just looks unfazed. He’s been working with him for years. He knows how his moods works, etc.

“Let’s go play with the new toys.” One of the boys on his right reaches forward to open the door making way for Angelus and he takes the first step inside.

His brown orbs take in the place. He admires it with his gaze. It’s different since the last time he’s seen it.

Everything is red, inviting, lusting. He’s intrigued. He never pegged Jenny for the type to like the color. Red, anything resembling the color was his favorite.

There were couches and lounge chairs on both sides, a large round white desk in the middle. The place was lit up with burning candles that hung from the walls and ceilings. He could hear the boy’s whispers behind him. They are impressed. He’s not. Not yet.

He walks up to the desk. His eyes stare on the light brunette sitting down behind it. She has a phone up to her ear and she’s leaning back against the chair, her feet are up on the counter in front of her. Angelus’s eyes rake over her nice legs which lead to her thighs. He feels his gums ache with the need to bite her.

He clears his throat, leans against the white desk. His eyes glance over at computer. She’s staring at porn; two men and one woman. They are dominating her, hitting her, smacking her, fucking her in both holes. He feels his tight jeans become even tighter from his member becoming rock hard.

“Angelus.” She purrs, hanging up the phone instantly, moving her feet off the counter to place them back on the floor. She grabs for the mouse and clicks pauses, turning in her chair to face the four men before her and Angelus.  “How can I help you, darling? I haven’t seen you in so long. Care for a round with me?”

She always ask and he always turn her down.

She’s not his type. He’s not into brunettes.

“Sorry, Amy. I have an appointment, the ten o’ clock. “

Amy nods and turns back to her computer, switching out screens to look on the list. It’s near ten forty, but she adds him in, typing in his name and it pulls up. His name first with many others. She calls them out in order. Angelus dare doesn’t pretend to listen. He hears soft replies and then she nods, pulling herself to a stand, moving the computer screen back to her movie as she stands up, pushing down her skirt, fixing it. She grabs for a clip board off the side closest to her and moves around to unlock the latch to let the five of them in.

Angelus stays in front, well behind Amy. He’s admiring her ass, but finds himself disappointed. There’s nothing there.

“Alright, any doctor visits we should know about?”

He grows annoyed as she asks this. She already knows he can’t catch anything. Is she trying to end up painted all the already red walls…

He slows down his stride, his eyes shifting back between the hallway they have to walk through to get to the escalators. There are mirrors on either side; maybe for them to check if they have anything in their teeth while they prepare for their adventure.

He finds no need. Spikey brown hair, brown dark eyes and a angelic face. Why would he need to check up on that and it’s not like he can.

He passes by all of the mirrors and sees only Amy and Gunn in them.

He forgot to mention to Amy that him and his other associates, except for Gunn, were vampires.

He’s been around for two hundred and fifty years, he thinks. He doesn’t really count, he just moves with the time. He doesn’t really remember who made him into what he was. He just knows when he awoke he never felt so fucking alive. He killed, tortured, terrorized, and raped for centuries and then, just like that, he stopped. He started to blend in with the people. They sicken him, disgust. He can only stand to be around many of them before he loses his mind and they loses their heads and their family, whatever he feels like killing, he kills, and working at the law firm gives him some satisfaction. He gets to see some type of misery among somebodies face. Either the guilty or the righteous. He gets to enjoy something.

His only passion was blood and sex and sometimes both at the same time.

He turns his attentions back to Amy. They are near the escalators. She’s still rambling off the questions. He wants her to shut the fuck up already.

Amy stops in front of the escalators, pushes the button to go up and once the intercom cuts on. She speaks into it. “Penthouse, Angelus.”

The doors separate and reveal a large space big enough for thirty people. He slides into first and moves to the farthest corner. Everyone follows suit and he’s more than happy to ignore Amy as she continues to stare at him. He turns his attention towards Gunn as the door closes and the box begins to move.

“I answered all of them. I didn’t want to have to clean up the mess.” Angelus lets out a loud chuckle. The boys in front of them turn to see Angelus holding his stomach in laughter.

Gunn knew him too well.

“Well boys,” his laughter dies down and he straightens. It’s business now. He’s got to get serious. He can do whatever he wants to his new toy. They can’t. “You can drink from them, but don’t take too much. I like the women here and expect them all to be living breathing little bloodbags. Now, anything extra, don’t. You fuck, you feed. You get the fuck out. Is that clear?”

They all nod. They aren’t scared of Angelus. They are fucking afraid of him. He’s Master Vampire, he’ll end them all without a thought. He’s vicious like that. They gulp.

Gunn is still unfazed. He usually comes to these just for a drink, it’s free.

The box stops and the doors open, revealing another long hallway. It’s a dark red, more like a silkly velvet. Angelus waits till everyone leaves before he does. He moves to the front where he greets Jenny. She’s holding a box of keys in her hand. They are all color-colored. He sees hot pink, a faint pink, a dark blue, a bright green, a yellow? He’s not sure and then a white one. He’s never seen the color before in the mix and even with all those bright ones, the white keys seems the brightest.

“Angelus.” She greets him with a bow. He purrs. He likes being in control.

“Jenny, dear, you look thin. Are you eating right or your old man isn’t being up to par with his thrusts.”

She holds face still. He smirks. He enjoys their banter. He always like to pick at the sensitive parts of a person. It gets him off. It makes the kill even sweeter.

“Angelus, you are late.”

Is she scolding him?

“I don’t give a fuck if I’m late or early. We’re here now. Give me the fucking key.”

He hopes like hell it’s the white one. He’s curious on who’s behind the door that it belongs too.

She scoffs. He always pisses her off. His smirks spreads.

“No.” She states firmly as she moves behind Angelus to pass the keys out to the boys behind him. The keys rattled as she digs into the basket, grabbing for the correct colors. She tells them the colors are a small tag on the door, just to follow the trail.  They all leave him, even Gunn. He’s ready to drink.

Jenny comes back around to face Angelus. He’s pissed. He wanted to leave first. It seems she enjoys teasing him way too much. He reaches out and grabs her by neck, lifting her up and off the ground. She chokes, dropping the basket from the action. The other keys go everywhere.

“Where’s my key, Ms. Calendar?”

She hates her last name. He’s older so it makes her feel like she’s in trouble and there is one thing she’s learned about Angelus. Never deny him and don’t piss him off. His temper is the shortest she’s ever seen. Even the smallest event could set it off. She gulps as hard as she can as her fingers grab for his hand. Her feet dangle, she’s a couple inches from the ground.

“It’s….the w-white one.” He drops her back on her feet and she stumbles to regain her footing.