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tamingthemuseTitle: Dearly Bought But Glorious
Fandom: BtVS/Ats
Prompt: Revenge is Bliss
Warnings: None
Rating: Adults Only
Summary: Wolfram and Hart gets an unexpected offer. Post-NFA.
Fandom: BtVS/Ats
Prompt: Revenge is Bliss
Warnings: None
Rating: Adults Only
Summary: Wolfram and Hart gets an unexpected offer. Post-NFA.
“O dearly-bought revenge, yet glorious!” – Milton
He had to smile at the way they scrambled when he came walking in the door of the New York City offices of Wolfram and Hart. It had been a long time since he’d been properly feared, and it was gratifying. They were very efficient, as well. It took them less than a minute to surround him with a strike team armed to the teeth.
“Stop right there, Angel. The Senior Partners want a word with you,” the team leader said.
The vampire smiled. “It’s Angelus, actually. But it works for me. As it happens, I’m wanting a word with them as well. So lead on.”
Soon he was in an elevator, headed up to The White Room. He pulled out a gold cigarette case from his pocket, retrieving an exotic cigarette, lighting it up. There was a cloud of spicy smoke that preceded him from the elevator when it opened.
He strode out into The White Room. The sole figure in the room aside from himself was a wizened, wrinkled woman with leathery skin, her eyes and mouth obviously crudely stitched shut. Despite that, the woman faced directly at Angelus, and a voice seemed to emanate from her. “Well, vampire. You’re bold coming here, after what you’ve done. We do still have you under contract. Putting yourself in our power is an unexpected and foolish move.”
Angelus chuckled, blowing a stream of smoke at the woman. “Not me. Same body, same devastatingly handsome face, wrong vampire. You want the souled version. No soul here. He’s the one that signed.”
The woman tilted her head, managing a thoughtful expression somehow. “So why have you come here? And how do you exist at all?”
Angelus smiled wickedly. “Those are the questions I figured you’d be itching to have answered. You get these for free. Remember that little Shanshu prophecy? Well, it worked. The soul’s got its reward. Got a nice human body and all. But I’ve still got this one. As to why I’ve come, well… I thought you might want to know about your renegade employee. Might pay for his whereabouts.”
“And if we just decide to torture the information out of you?”
Angelus tsked. “Very uncreative. And I’ve had over a century locked in that prison. I can take anything you dish out, and more. You’d probably get your answers, eventually, but my information might be useless and outdated by the time you tortured it out. But if you pay, you get it now, without fuss, and I’m sure it will be more than worth what I’m asking.”
The woman nodded, then tilted her head back, as if listening to something from above. Angelus continued to take slow deep drags off his cigarette, perfectly calm and at ease. Finally the woman faced Angelus again. “The Partners agree with your reasoning. What are your terms?”
“That’s more like it. I want the same salary you were paying Angel. I want a nice mansion, set up with that lovely necroglass. I want access to the corporate jet. I want another Viper. And when you take him, he’ll be with someone. I want her when you’re done using her to hurt him.”
There was another long moment of silence. “Agreed. So where is he?”
Angelus smiled. “There’s a Slayer in Rome. Named Buffy.” He pulled out a slip of paper and handed it to the woman. “That’s her address. He’s with her. Living happily ever after, or so he thinks.”
“Excellent. Out of curiosity, why are you doing this? You could have obtained most of that easily for yourself.”
Angelus leaned back, letting out a stream of smoke. “I told you, I’ve been a prisoner locked up for over a hundred years. He doesn’t get to escape without paying for that. And neither does she.” He smiled and licked his lips. “Revenge is bliss.”
He had to smile at the way they scrambled when he came walking in the door of the New York City offices of Wolfram and Hart. It had been a long time since he’d been properly feared, and it was gratifying. They were very efficient, as well. It took them less than a minute to surround him with a strike team armed to the teeth.
“Stop right there, Angel. The Senior Partners want a word with you,” the team leader said.
The vampire smiled. “It’s Angelus, actually. But it works for me. As it happens, I’m wanting a word with them as well. So lead on.”
Soon he was in an elevator, headed up to The White Room. He pulled out a gold cigarette case from his pocket, retrieving an exotic cigarette, lighting it up. There was a cloud of spicy smoke that preceded him from the elevator when it opened.
He strode out into The White Room. The sole figure in the room aside from himself was a wizened, wrinkled woman with leathery skin, her eyes and mouth obviously crudely stitched shut. Despite that, the woman faced directly at Angelus, and a voice seemed to emanate from her. “Well, vampire. You’re bold coming here, after what you’ve done. We do still have you under contract. Putting yourself in our power is an unexpected and foolish move.”
Angelus chuckled, blowing a stream of smoke at the woman. “Not me. Same body, same devastatingly handsome face, wrong vampire. You want the souled version. No soul here. He’s the one that signed.”
The woman tilted her head, managing a thoughtful expression somehow. “So why have you come here? And how do you exist at all?”
Angelus smiled wickedly. “Those are the questions I figured you’d be itching to have answered. You get these for free. Remember that little Shanshu prophecy? Well, it worked. The soul’s got its reward. Got a nice human body and all. But I’ve still got this one. As to why I’ve come, well… I thought you might want to know about your renegade employee. Might pay for his whereabouts.”
“And if we just decide to torture the information out of you?”
Angelus tsked. “Very uncreative. And I’ve had over a century locked in that prison. I can take anything you dish out, and more. You’d probably get your answers, eventually, but my information might be useless and outdated by the time you tortured it out. But if you pay, you get it now, without fuss, and I’m sure it will be more than worth what I’m asking.”
The woman nodded, then tilted her head back, as if listening to something from above. Angelus continued to take slow deep drags off his cigarette, perfectly calm and at ease. Finally the woman faced Angelus again. “The Partners agree with your reasoning. What are your terms?”
“That’s more like it. I want the same salary you were paying Angel. I want a nice mansion, set up with that lovely necroglass. I want access to the corporate jet. I want another Viper. And when you take him, he’ll be with someone. I want her when you’re done using her to hurt him.”
There was another long moment of silence. “Agreed. So where is he?”
Angelus smiled. “There’s a Slayer in Rome. Named Buffy.” He pulled out a slip of paper and handed it to the woman. “That’s her address. He’s with her. Living happily ever after, or so he thinks.”
“Excellent. Out of curiosity, why are you doing this? You could have obtained most of that easily for yourself.”
Angelus leaned back, letting out a stream of smoke. “I told you, I’ve been a prisoner locked up for over a hundred years. He doesn’t get to escape without paying for that. And neither does she.” He smiled and licked his lips. “Revenge is bliss.”
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Date: 2007-04-29 02:48 pm (UTC)Got to feel sorry for Angel, I doubt he was ever a match for Angelus, while Angelus and W&H....?
And I guess Angelus will finally get his revenge for - She made me feel like a human being. That's not the kind of thing you just forgive.
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Date: 2007-04-29 09:13 pm (UTC)