Fanged Four
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januarSorry if it's a couple of days late. I don't have computer access on the weekends. But here it is. Sorry if it's not that smutty: I'm not really that good at writing smut.
The Fanged Four Ficathon
by: oneechan19
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alistra
London 1880
The streets were completely deserted except for a few stray cats, and one figure who stood close to the shadows. He seemed to be waiting for someone. Or something. He shifted deeper into the shadows as footsteps were heard approaching. A woman, evident by her skirts and long curly hair, appeared on the road, walking quickly. As if she was in a hurry to get of the streets. When she got even with the alley the man was in, he darted out, one hand clutching her arm and the other grasping her face, and he drug her back into the shadows.
However, before he could do anything else, the woman grabbed his hands, pried them off, and threw him against the wall. Sliding down the wall, he looked up in surprise.
"Next time try it on someone who isn't like you, junior."
Penn glared up at Darla who stood over him, a superior smirk on her lips. Penn growled, dropping his vamp face as he pushed himself off the ground. "I didn't think it would be you," he said, dusting himself off. "I thought you were suppose to be up north roaming with Drusilla."
Darla rolled her eyes. "Early in the hunt Dru found a child, and instead of draining the pathetic thing quickly, she decided that she would take sips, make it last the night. I got bored. So I headed down here to see what you boys were up to," she finished, walking back into the streets.
Penn followed her, glaring. He looked back up the street. "If you must know, I'm waiting for Angelus. He was suppose to meet me."
Darla laughed. Penn looked sharply at her. She shook her head, a bitter look on her face. "Oh, he won't be coming. He's a tad... preoccupied."
"What do you mean?" Penn asked, a confused look on his face. "What could he be busy with?"
"Mmm... not what, dearie. Who." Darla made a 'follow me' motion with her hand and started heading down the street. Penn followed her. The walked several blocks, not stopping even to kill anyone. Soon Penn could hear grunting and then an English accent panting, "An...gel... us..." A male English accent. Rounding the corner, Penn came to a sight he wished he could erase.
In the alley across the street was Angelus, pounding into a thin wiry blond, who had a mixed look of pain and pleasure on his face. As Angelus thrust one last time into the young man, the blond groaned in total estasy.
Penn growled, vamping out. The only thing that restrained him from attacking the two other vampires was Darla's firm hand on his shoulder. "Whoa, boy. Let's not attack the sire and his new boy toy, ok?" She steered the Puritan away from the scene, pulling him into another alley a couple of blocks away, where she finally let go of him.
"How... how can you stand it?" Penn hissed, still in vamp face, unnecessarily breathing heavily. "How can you just let him do that?"
Darla sighed, and then she slapped Penn, shocking him out of his vamp face. Wiping her hand off on his shirt, she answered, a neutral look on her face. "Because I don't let human emotion affect me. That and I'm used to it. You, Drusilla, and now William."
"There's something you need to know," she continued. "Being a vampire means you're open to anything. You have no boundries. Anything can happen, and anything will."
Penn looked at Darla with a thoughtful look on his face. "I guess you're right," he murmured. "Huh." Looking back behind him, where his Sire was, he sighed. "So I guess that means I have to share and be open to anything too."
"That's my boy," Darla smiled, patting him on the shoulder. She started walking, Penn by her side. "By the way, I never told you, but you're a pretty good pupil."
"Really?"
"Really."
"...Want to grab a bite to eat and then shag ourselves senselessly?"
Darla grinned evilly. "I thought you'd never ask."
-The End-
Hope that's to your liking, Mistress Alistra.
The Fanged Four Ficathon
by: oneechan19
for:
alistraLondon 1880
The streets were completely deserted except for a few stray cats, and one figure who stood close to the shadows. He seemed to be waiting for someone. Or something. He shifted deeper into the shadows as footsteps were heard approaching. A woman, evident by her skirts and long curly hair, appeared on the road, walking quickly. As if she was in a hurry to get of the streets. When she got even with the alley the man was in, he darted out, one hand clutching her arm and the other grasping her face, and he drug her back into the shadows.
However, before he could do anything else, the woman grabbed his hands, pried them off, and threw him against the wall. Sliding down the wall, he looked up in surprise.
"Next time try it on someone who isn't like you, junior."
Penn glared up at Darla who stood over him, a superior smirk on her lips. Penn growled, dropping his vamp face as he pushed himself off the ground. "I didn't think it would be you," he said, dusting himself off. "I thought you were suppose to be up north roaming with Drusilla."
Darla rolled her eyes. "Early in the hunt Dru found a child, and instead of draining the pathetic thing quickly, she decided that she would take sips, make it last the night. I got bored. So I headed down here to see what you boys were up to," she finished, walking back into the streets.
Penn followed her, glaring. He looked back up the street. "If you must know, I'm waiting for Angelus. He was suppose to meet me."
Darla laughed. Penn looked sharply at her. She shook her head, a bitter look on her face. "Oh, he won't be coming. He's a tad... preoccupied."
"What do you mean?" Penn asked, a confused look on his face. "What could he be busy with?"
"Mmm... not what, dearie. Who." Darla made a 'follow me' motion with her hand and started heading down the street. Penn followed her. The walked several blocks, not stopping even to kill anyone. Soon Penn could hear grunting and then an English accent panting, "An...gel... us..." A male English accent. Rounding the corner, Penn came to a sight he wished he could erase.
In the alley across the street was Angelus, pounding into a thin wiry blond, who had a mixed look of pain and pleasure on his face. As Angelus thrust one last time into the young man, the blond groaned in total estasy.
Penn growled, vamping out. The only thing that restrained him from attacking the two other vampires was Darla's firm hand on his shoulder. "Whoa, boy. Let's not attack the sire and his new boy toy, ok?" She steered the Puritan away from the scene, pulling him into another alley a couple of blocks away, where she finally let go of him.
"How... how can you stand it?" Penn hissed, still in vamp face, unnecessarily breathing heavily. "How can you just let him do that?"
Darla sighed, and then she slapped Penn, shocking him out of his vamp face. Wiping her hand off on his shirt, she answered, a neutral look on her face. "Because I don't let human emotion affect me. That and I'm used to it. You, Drusilla, and now William."
"There's something you need to know," she continued. "Being a vampire means you're open to anything. You have no boundries. Anything can happen, and anything will."
Penn looked at Darla with a thoughtful look on his face. "I guess you're right," he murmured. "Huh." Looking back behind him, where his Sire was, he sighed. "So I guess that means I have to share and be open to anything too."
"That's my boy," Darla smiled, patting him on the shoulder. She started walking, Penn by her side. "By the way, I never told you, but you're a pretty good pupil."
"Really?"
"Really."
"...Want to grab a bite to eat and then shag ourselves senselessly?"
Darla grinned evilly. "I thought you'd never ask."
-The End-
Hope that's to your liking, Mistress Alistra.
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Date: 7/12/04 12:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 7/12/04 02:12 pm (UTC)It very much is.
I know how hard it is to write a "good" Penn since the show did not really give much to work with, but I am very happy. This is exactly how I imagined the characters's relationship.
I adore an incestuous Mother/Son appproach at Darla/Penn. I am very happy it turned out so great!
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