Date: 2006-07-07 02:44 Subject: ? Security: Public Mood: bored

So, anyone up for an apocalypse? I SURE AM.

*grins*

Date: 2006-03-15 20:27 Subject: Where's my Faithy? Security: Public Mood: devious

Darla let me out. Oh yes she did and now? Now I am on my own and doing things my way, again. Yes, yes, I know, Angel and Faithy decided to put a flaw in my plan and they did extremely well, I have to say. Give credit where credit is due, right? Well, now I have to give credit to Darla. Letting me out. Wanting me out of the building, but of course, she said that she wanted something in return. Her boy was back in business and whatever she wants? She's going to get.

//Locked against Darla//

Of course, I might have to uh ... make some changes in the next two days. See, Darla is smart, I'll give her that, but I'm not taking orders from a human that can't do diddly fucking squat. She'll be mine. Oh, Angel, isn't that just ... peachy?

//Unlocked//

Tonight I went by little Faithy's house and peaked inside, seeing that waste of space Spike and Fred at the table eating dinner. Aww, wittle William got all domestic. Isn't that the cutest thing? Makes me sick and when I have my way? He'll be out of the picture too. But no ... I want Fred, little Miss Cavegirl Bitch Queen all to myself. She'll be the first to go.

Unless of course ... someone else would want to take her place?

*grins*

Date: 2006-01-11 15:36 Subject: (no subject) Security: Public

And who say's technology is boring? Apparently it isn't. You are all so pathetic. So, who was the idiot that knocked Slutlah up? That I would like to know. I just want to know before I take the pleasure on dining them. Been awhile since I've had a tasty baby.

Hugs and Puppies
Angelus

Date: 2005-12-19 03:14 Subject: Oh Faithy... Security: Public Mood: cheerful

Mmm, Faith looks so delicious tied up all pretty like.

And Angel? Her blood? Much better than Buffy's. Faith's has more spice to it, it really ... really is rather fullfilling...

*grin*

Just thought you should know, buddy.

Date: 2005-12-12 15:52 Subject: (no subject) Security: Public

//Locked to Angel//

Angel-

I got something you want. Remember little Faithy? Yeah, she's tied up all pretty like in the chair, watching me as I type this. Let's see if you care enough to find her ... well, one of her body parts.

- Angelus

//Unlocked//

Date: 2005-11-28 02:48 Subject: fairytales_over (Angelus/Darla) Security: Public

"Angelus, sir, your driver is waiting downstairs."

Oh. Right. Faith. Musn't keep her waiting, now can we? Rolling my eyes, I stared at the phone sitting on my desk, the pesky little red light flashing. Instead, I picked up the phone and slammed it back down with a grin on my face and leaned back. Time to go and get the dark, evil and sometimes better Slayer out of prison. Stuck in there, counting her stars everynight that maybe one day someone would actually give a shit and go and visit her. Well, not only is she getting a visit, which would be the visit of her life, she's getting out.

Funny how things work out when you're a CEO to a lawfirm. So many lives dangling on a string and I'm the one on top, pulling them or having them pulled for me. Grin came to my lips as I stood up. It wasn't Angel behind the wheel anymore, oh no, he was long gone. And to tell the truth, he wasn't coming back. It was secure, locked. I was in the drivers seat and his little pals over at the hotel wishing everynight that they're dear old leader would make a soft and comfy return only have themselves to blame for that one. Nope.

This wasn't brought on by a petite and tasty morsel.

"Hold my calls." With a lick of my lips, I tilted my head and leaned against the counter as I looked on at .. what's her name? Doesn't matter, she wouldn't be here that long, they never last long. What can I say? I get hungry and they want it. Who am I to deny them? Maybe this week I'll actually let Spike have her, be the nice guy that I am.

Gave her one last look before stepping into the elevator and heading down to the car.

Ahh yes, Spike. Not to mention Darla and Drusilla. Brings back all kinds of memories for me, let me tell you. All of us back together under one roof so we can terrorize the team Angel rejects. Priceless.

Then add Faith to the mix and hey, we have a party. Going to take a lot of convincing, I'm sure, but it won't be me doing the convincing. Of course she'd find out, soon, on the way back to Wolfram and Hart, but by then? She'd take any offer she'd get. I mean, come on, work for me or be big bad momma's bitch in the clink. Yeah, she's getting an easy way out on this one and before she knows it, she'll know who's really on her side, which of course, is me.

"Here to see Faith Hanley."

"Sir, it's past visiting hours."

"Tisk, tisk, I have paperwork. She's getting released, we've already been through this," I said automatically, staring at the old bat behind the desk. Slapping down the folder that held the ropes to Faith's new future, I pushed them forward, but she pushed them back.

"Oh yes. Right. Wait right here. The processing will take a while, though."

"No, it won't because I called. This has been set up for weeks and you know? I'm really getting tired of idiots with hairnets not getting anything right!"

I heard the doors open and I grinned. Seems the bitch behind the counter was lying to me all along. Sensing her, I turned around and remembered I'm supposed to be soul boy in these boots, so the smirky grin left my lips and I looked like the kicked puppy that Angel was. So very fucking depressing.

"Faith." Oh, the fun was just about to begin.

Date: 2005-11-21 23:42 Subject: (no subject) Security: Public

"Angelus?"

Turning around in my sit and spin of an office chair, I smirked at the young not so virginal girl that was in front of my desk. Her knee's were shaking and she bit nervously like a scared pussy cat before me. Shaking my head, I grinned and leaned forward, watching her closely.

"Tisk tisk ... you know that's not what you call me," I said smoothly, letting my eyes trail over her delicious warm body.

"Oh, of course, Mr. Um, Angelus sir," She started and I held a finger up, shaking it back and forth slowly.

"Leave out the um." Wow, this power was a slayer blood covered trip to anywhere land, let me tell you. The fact that I'm taking over Wolfram and Hart? Have to say it's priceless. The Senior dumbfucks wanting me as their CEO? Well, what can I say? I am the best. Sure, I'll fight evil, blah blah, only not. I make evil. It's the puppy lovers on the other side that are trying to stop the evil that I'm provoking. Too bad they won't succeed.

"Well, of course, I will next time."

"Now. Say it again. Only slower," I grinned, keeping my eyes on her pale face as she practically trembled in front of me. What was it about people being scared of me? I mean, come on, can't a guy be a sadistic fuck without the rest of the world wanting to scream and run in the other direction?

"Mr. Angelus Sir."

"Better. Now what do you want?"

"You have a meeting in a half hour. About Faith Hanley."

Oh right, that firecracker she is. Stuck behind bars ... living out a sentence. Thinking that if I say the right words, she'll come a'runnin'. Give her everything she wants and more just to be the bad, rough little girl she really is. A murderer. Yeah, me and Faith go way back, not as back as me and that blonde little thing back in Sunnydale, but back far enough. I know all her tricks plus the trades and I'm thinking? If she plays her cards right she'll have the life she's always wanted.

Rolling my eyes, I stood up, walking over to Jenna, grinning now at the way she was watching me oh so closely. Truth was, I was hungry and I have to say, first class meal ticket standing right in front of me. Better than the piss they call blood around here, I have to eat out. Alot. Running my fingers down her smooth pale skin, I leaned in close.

"I've been thinking about you."

Even I felt the shiver go down her spine as she stood there, helpless, me? I pressed my chest against her back all snuggly wuggly and brushed the hair off of her shoulders. "Thinking I should promote you seeing as I am CEO of this fucking boring company. I mean, really ... lawyers, thieves ... go hand in hand, right? They all lie, you're too pure for that. Of course ... that's a lie, I watched you boning the mail clerk last week. Got a sneak peak on my big screen. Didn't you wonder why he wasn't here anymore?" Of course she didn't because she didn't care. I like that in a woman. "Fucking just for kicks and on company time ... better yet, I don't think you deserve that promotion. Do you?"

Before she had a chance to say anything, I vamped, licking my lips and eyeing the prize that was her neck. Calling to me? Oh yes it was. The blood pumping, making everything in my body hard and ripe for the pickin'. "Didn't think so," I said sharply before piercing my fangs into her soft delicate neck, drinking ... and drinking ... and bored now. Pushing her away, she fell face first onto the designer carpet that hers truly picked out for her boss. She had good taste.

With a sigh, I walked over to the desk and pressed the intercom button. "We're going to need a body bag in the main office. Seems the little girl just couldn't stand on her own two feet."

Sitting back down in the chair, I brought my hands together in front of me and pondered how this place is going to be in about ... eh, let's say a week. Me, Spike, Darla, Dru and my girl Faith. What a happy little family reunion, I'd say. Goes to show that working at this place ... many things happen. I get what I want. I wanted Drusilla and Darla back and hell, just for something to kick at, I brought Spike. Pathetic the way he went out. All soul having like the little pussy he was. For a Slayer too. Didn't he remember anything that we taught him? You kill the Slayer, not fall in love. I shuddered thinking about it. Angel was long gone and now standing in his place was the better man. Me of course. Had no time for Slayers, except for one in particular. Faith. The dark haired whore that has a dark whorish past to match.

Everything is falling into place and it would only be a matter of time before I theatrically take them all out, one by one. I have to say, I'm more of a hands on kinda guy and really? This is my hands on. Get them where it hurts and makes them want to hide to a well lit room and cry their eyes out. Hey? I can do that for them. Just need time. Time and all the useful ingredients that'll make them shiver everynight.

Starting with a witch. But that was for later. Not that I hadn't thought about it, obviously Wes and Buffy and their little sidekicks did have a way to get Angel back, I just have to ensure that they don't get to that point.

Getting up from my desk, I ran my hands down the very expensive and dark suit that I had on before grabbing my sunglasses and walking around, stepping over the very delicious snack that I had earlier. I wonder who they'll send in next, so far ... these girls just keep getting fired left and right. Can't help it, a vamp has to eat. And torture and have his way with everything that walks through those doors.

Oh well, I have other things to tend to. A little bitch behind bars to make my own.

They'll never know what hit them.