I licked it so it's mine is my kinda love language (skargasm) wrote in bloodclaim,
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Poetry Lesson VII : Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold

Story: Poetry Lesson VII : Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold
Rating: R for language
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: The boys do belong to me, but only in a 'I'm obviously delusional and need some psychiatric help' kinda way!
Feedback: would be lovely – who knows how long my new-found muse will stick around, but I know she loves praise/concrit!

Poetry Lesson VII: Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold

Angel stepped into the apartment wearily, throwing his axe to the floor and shaking off his coat. Things between him and the Fang Gang were strained to say the least. Having met Angelus, some of them for the first time, his crew were looking at him through wary eyes and it hurt his soul to see the doubt and fear there. Cordelia had made her feelings perfectly clear on his actions in Sunnydale, and he sighed at the thought of the apologies he would no doubt have to make to his Childe and his Claimed - Spike would not make it easy for him, he knew that well.

As he walked into the bedroom, a strong scent hit him. Looking around, he could see no-one there, but the smell of Spike and Xander was incredibly strong.

"Spike, you bastard!" His king sized bed was a mess - a tangle of sheets and pillows clearly showing previous occupation, a strong smell of semen and blood making it perfectly obvious what the occupants had been up to. The demon inside him was writhing angrily at the insult and he pushed it down. As he stepped closer, he could see a note had been staked to the headboard, and ripping it from it's moorings he read it scowling:


Your demon bint let us in – seemed to think we had the right to a little bit of payback for your shenanigans.

I know you've always wanted my Boy, but I'm telling ya now if I catch you within ten feet of him ever again my face will be the last thing you see before I stake ya. Consider yourself warned – next time, all the pleas in the world from the Slayer and her daft group won't save ya!

Hope you enjoy the little surprises we left for ya!


"La vengeance est un plat qui se mange froid"

and in case you can't translate that you pathetic bog-trottin loser, “revenge is a dish best served cold”!!

Ta ta

S & X

P.S. For fucks sake, don't even think of ever changing that bint - she's scary enough as a human!

For a moment, Angel wondered what surprises Spike and Xander had left for him. Thinking about the sort of irritations they had visited on him previously he made a mental note to discard the majority of his toiletries. Their last prank had been to put hair removing cream in his shampoo, dissolved garlic granules in his aftershave, and superglue in his hairgel. He shuddered to think what they might have done this time.

Unable to stop himself, he sat down on the bed, then turned and gathered two of the pillows to his face. Inhaling deeply of the intoxicating scents of both the dark haired human he (and his demon) had long desired under his control and his erstwhile Childe, he reached for the waistband of his trousers....

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