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snoggedTitle: Does The Mouse Scream?
Author: snogged
Email: snogged@livejournal.com
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
WARNINGS: Non-consensual sex, violence, biting, discussions of S&M, daddy!kink, adult language including sexual derogatory terms, darkness, and angst.
Word count: 1397
Pairing: Fred/Angelus, implied Fred/Gunn and Fred/Wesley
Timeline: AtS, Season 4, during “Release”
Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to Joss Whedon and many other corporations. I make no claim to them. I just like playing in their sandbox. Some lines are taken directly from the episode.
Distribution: Here, snogged_fanfic. Anywhere else…please ask first.
Summary: What if the scene in “Release” between Angelus and Fred had gone a bit differently? And what if the Beastmaster had dropped the Sanctuary spell sooner?
A/N: I got inspired to write this while watching the Angelus arc and seeing the scene between him and Fred during “Release.” This is just my humble interpretation of how it could have gone differently. And a special thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ash_carpenter for the beta. She completely rocks my socks.
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“If I were a runic translation guide, I would be…” Fred muttered to herself, running her fingers down the spines of several books on the shelf. She knew the book she wanted was in the office somewhere but she couldn’t make heads nor tails of Wesley’s organizational system. It was one she wasn’t familiar with. Probably because it was British.
“Shelved wrongly,” she finished.
The translation guide was at the bottom of the bookcase shoved between Perthenon’s Codex and the Farthrak Companion. It was certainly not the place one would logically expect to find a translation guide.
“Talking to yourself, Fred? A lot of that going around.”
Fred turned around to see Angelus grinning wolfishly. He was standing directly in front of the tranquilizer gun that she had set down a few minutes before in an effort to find the book. If only she could just squeeze past him and grab it. She had been so stupid to set it down, even if it was only for a second. Also, she would feel a lot safer with it in her hands even though the Sanctuary spell was in place.
“You can’t hurt me. We did a no-demon violence thingy,” Fred replied defiantly.
“Oh, the Sanctuary spell. Shucks. Oh, wait a minute… I think I…” Angelus sidled closer to her and pulled a small, gold trinket out of his pocket. He spun the string around his thumb as if it were a revolver. “Oh, yeah. Kinda thought you pesky PI’s would be humming that old tune so I picked up a little somethin’somethin’. Lets me be as demony as I want to be.” He didn’t really need the trinket though. The higher fucking power who’d been messing with him lately made it pretty clear that the Sanctuary spell had been taken down already but little Fred didn’t know that yet. She would soon enough though.
“I don’t believe you,” Fred said, locking her eyes with his, searching them for the lies she knew were there. She guessed he wasn’t going to back down but she was not one that would easily let her spine turn to jello at a time like this. Gunn and Wesley were counting on her to be strong and she wanted to prove them right.
Angelus took the book from her hands and slammed it against the wall, making the whole room shake. Fred felt her whole being tremble as her brain ran the gamut of all the possible nasty things he could do to her.
“How ‘bout you tell me when it hurts, babe?” Angelus whispered, his lips grazing her earlobe. He dropped his other hand onto one of her breasts, tracing his thumbnail across her collarbone. He dug the nail into the sensitive flesh and Fred whimpered. He had caused her pain but the spell wasn’t doing anything. Fred really wanted to know why the spell wasn’t working. Maybe that trinket really was the real deal.
“You wanna know a secret, Fred?”
“No. Coming from you it’s probably lame,” Fred replied, pressing her back tighter against the wall. She furtively glanced around the room, hoping to spot something she could grab in order to bash his head in. Unfortunately, nothing was within reaching distance.
“It’s a good one, I promise,” Angelus said, lifting up his fingers in a Boy Scout salute. He pressed his cheek against hers and hissed, “You’re not wearing any panties. Makes me wonder if the little slut inside is just dying for someone to take a peek under the cute, little skirt you got on.” His hand slipped past the plane of her tummy and his fingers curled into the elastic waistband of Fred’s skirt. “So Fred, who do you want peeking under there? Suave bald guy, British wanker, or pervy vampire?” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “I know who gets my vote.”
“Not you,” Fred spat, knocking his hand away from her skirt.
Angelus grabbed the offending wrist and yanked it above her head, smashing it against the wall. Tears burned in Fred’s eyes from the white hot pain. She was almost positive it was broken. “Tsk, tsk. I expect you to be a good girl for Daddy. Otherwise there will be spankings. Would you like that, Fred? Would you like me to pull you over my knee and smack your bottom three ways from Sunday?”
Angelus inhaled sharply and was pleasantly surprised to find faint traces of the girl’s arousal permeating the air. Seemed the little librarian had a bit of a masochistic streak. Certainly made things more entertaining. He chuckled and let the book drop to the floor, freeing his other hand.
“You’re sick,” Fred whimpered, fighting to keep the last shreds of her courage from vanishing completely.
“And twisted,” Angelus added, smirking. “Why do people always forget that part?”
He unzipped his pants and let his throbbing erection pop free from its confines. Fred turned her head to the side and closed her eyes. Why hadn’t Wesley, Gunn, and Connor gotten back yet? It wasn’t like them to be gone this long. Angelus grabbed her chin and yanked her face forward.
“You’re going to look at me, bitch,” he hissed. “Or do you wanna get smacked around again? Bet you liked that when Gunn knocked you to the floor. Bet it got you all randy and begging for his thick, black cock.”
“No,” Fred said softly.
Angelus’s hand slipped under her skirt and he brutally shoved several digits into Fred’s tight channel. “Gonna have to beg to differ, Fred.” He pinched her clit, expertly manipulating the pearl between his fingers.
Fred mewled, cursing her body for reacting to him. She never thought of herself as a bad girl, or a dirty girl. Sure, she liked a little pain with her pleasure. She liked it when Gunn gave her a few light spankings but she didn’t want this. She never wanted anything like this.
“Wanna know what they say about vampire cock, babe?” Angelus said, rubbing his member against her thigh.
“If you’re going to rape me, get it over with. Don’t bore me to death,” Fred retorted coldly, not interested in hearing anything the arrogant asshole had to say.
Angelus’s features contorted and Fred felt a chill run down her spine. She had seen his true demon in Pylea but that didn’t scare her as much as this did. “Don’t worry, cutie, that’s not how you’re gonna die.”
Fred chewed on her bottom lip, fighting back the scream that wanted to erupt from her throat.
“Come on, baby, I wanna hear you scream for me. I want to hear if the mouse does something other than squeak,” Angelus said, bringing his fangs inches from her flesh. His fingers retreated from her pussy and his dick slammed into her. Fred felt like her whole body was being lifted upwards a good two inches with each thrust.
“I won’t give you the pleasure,” Fred replied, her cheeks flushed with the heat of her unwanted arousal.
“Such harsh words from such a willing slut,” Angelus murmured, nuzzling against her cheek. “I could do this all night, sweetie. All week, even. Till I got sick of you and ripped your throat out. Would you like that, baby? I bet the whip would make real pretty lines on that tender flesh of yours. Sure, you wouldn’t heal up as quick as Spike or Dru did but it would be fun while it lasted. I bet my marks would look so delicious on you.”
After several more thrusts, Angelus came with a roar, emptying his load into Fred’s dripping, pulsating quim. His fangs sank into her shoulder, sucking out the blood from the wound. It was not the killing blow that Fred was expecting. Why wasn’t she sagging into his arms like a limp rag doll? Why wasn’t she dead yet?
Angelus released his grip on her, letting her broken wrist drop to her side. Fred cried out from the pain and Angelus grinned.
“Some things are much worse than death, babe.”
He picked up the tranquilizer gun and shot a dart into Fred’s chest, inches above her heart. The dart’s effects took hold immediately and Fred slumped to the floor.
“Nighty night, Fred,” Angelus whispered, grabbing books and papers off the desk that looked relevant to his search for the Beastmaster. “We’ll be seeing each other real soon. Toodles.”
Author: snogged
Email: snogged@livejournal.com
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
WARNINGS: Non-consensual sex, violence, biting, discussions of S&M, daddy!kink, adult language including sexual derogatory terms, darkness, and angst.
Word count: 1397
Pairing: Fred/Angelus, implied Fred/Gunn and Fred/Wesley
Timeline: AtS, Season 4, during “Release”
Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to Joss Whedon and many other corporations. I make no claim to them. I just like playing in their sandbox. Some lines are taken directly from the episode.
Distribution: Here, snogged_fanfic. Anywhere else…please ask first.
Summary: What if the scene in “Release” between Angelus and Fred had gone a bit differently? And what if the Beastmaster had dropped the Sanctuary spell sooner?
A/N: I got inspired to write this while watching the Angelus arc and seeing the scene between him and Fred during “Release.” This is just my humble interpretation of how it could have gone differently. And a special thanks to
ash_carpenter for the beta. She completely rocks my socks. 
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dischargie“If I were a runic translation guide, I would be…” Fred muttered to herself, running her fingers down the spines of several books on the shelf. She knew the book she wanted was in the office somewhere but she couldn’t make heads nor tails of Wesley’s organizational system. It was one she wasn’t familiar with. Probably because it was British.
“Shelved wrongly,” she finished.
The translation guide was at the bottom of the bookcase shoved between Perthenon’s Codex and the Farthrak Companion. It was certainly not the place one would logically expect to find a translation guide.
“Talking to yourself, Fred? A lot of that going around.”
Fred turned around to see Angelus grinning wolfishly. He was standing directly in front of the tranquilizer gun that she had set down a few minutes before in an effort to find the book. If only she could just squeeze past him and grab it. She had been so stupid to set it down, even if it was only for a second. Also, she would feel a lot safer with it in her hands even though the Sanctuary spell was in place.
“You can’t hurt me. We did a no-demon violence thingy,” Fred replied defiantly.
“Oh, the Sanctuary spell. Shucks. Oh, wait a minute… I think I…” Angelus sidled closer to her and pulled a small, gold trinket out of his pocket. He spun the string around his thumb as if it were a revolver. “Oh, yeah. Kinda thought you pesky PI’s would be humming that old tune so I picked up a little somethin’somethin’. Lets me be as demony as I want to be.” He didn’t really need the trinket though. The higher fucking power who’d been messing with him lately made it pretty clear that the Sanctuary spell had been taken down already but little Fred didn’t know that yet. She would soon enough though.
“I don’t believe you,” Fred said, locking her eyes with his, searching them for the lies she knew were there. She guessed he wasn’t going to back down but she was not one that would easily let her spine turn to jello at a time like this. Gunn and Wesley were counting on her to be strong and she wanted to prove them right.
Angelus took the book from her hands and slammed it against the wall, making the whole room shake. Fred felt her whole being tremble as her brain ran the gamut of all the possible nasty things he could do to her.
“How ‘bout you tell me when it hurts, babe?” Angelus whispered, his lips grazing her earlobe. He dropped his other hand onto one of her breasts, tracing his thumbnail across her collarbone. He dug the nail into the sensitive flesh and Fred whimpered. He had caused her pain but the spell wasn’t doing anything. Fred really wanted to know why the spell wasn’t working. Maybe that trinket really was the real deal.
“You wanna know a secret, Fred?”
“No. Coming from you it’s probably lame,” Fred replied, pressing her back tighter against the wall. She furtively glanced around the room, hoping to spot something she could grab in order to bash his head in. Unfortunately, nothing was within reaching distance.
“It’s a good one, I promise,” Angelus said, lifting up his fingers in a Boy Scout salute. He pressed his cheek against hers and hissed, “You’re not wearing any panties. Makes me wonder if the little slut inside is just dying for someone to take a peek under the cute, little skirt you got on.” His hand slipped past the plane of her tummy and his fingers curled into the elastic waistband of Fred’s skirt. “So Fred, who do you want peeking under there? Suave bald guy, British wanker, or pervy vampire?” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “I know who gets my vote.”
“Not you,” Fred spat, knocking his hand away from her skirt.
Angelus grabbed the offending wrist and yanked it above her head, smashing it against the wall. Tears burned in Fred’s eyes from the white hot pain. She was almost positive it was broken. “Tsk, tsk. I expect you to be a good girl for Daddy. Otherwise there will be spankings. Would you like that, Fred? Would you like me to pull you over my knee and smack your bottom three ways from Sunday?”
Angelus inhaled sharply and was pleasantly surprised to find faint traces of the girl’s arousal permeating the air. Seemed the little librarian had a bit of a masochistic streak. Certainly made things more entertaining. He chuckled and let the book drop to the floor, freeing his other hand.
“You’re sick,” Fred whimpered, fighting to keep the last shreds of her courage from vanishing completely.
“And twisted,” Angelus added, smirking. “Why do people always forget that part?”
He unzipped his pants and let his throbbing erection pop free from its confines. Fred turned her head to the side and closed her eyes. Why hadn’t Wesley, Gunn, and Connor gotten back yet? It wasn’t like them to be gone this long. Angelus grabbed her chin and yanked her face forward.
“You’re going to look at me, bitch,” he hissed. “Or do you wanna get smacked around again? Bet you liked that when Gunn knocked you to the floor. Bet it got you all randy and begging for his thick, black cock.”
“No,” Fred said softly.
Angelus’s hand slipped under her skirt and he brutally shoved several digits into Fred’s tight channel. “Gonna have to beg to differ, Fred.” He pinched her clit, expertly manipulating the pearl between his fingers.
Fred mewled, cursing her body for reacting to him. She never thought of herself as a bad girl, or a dirty girl. Sure, she liked a little pain with her pleasure. She liked it when Gunn gave her a few light spankings but she didn’t want this. She never wanted anything like this.
“Wanna know what they say about vampire cock, babe?” Angelus said, rubbing his member against her thigh.
“If you’re going to rape me, get it over with. Don’t bore me to death,” Fred retorted coldly, not interested in hearing anything the arrogant asshole had to say.
Angelus’s features contorted and Fred felt a chill run down her spine. She had seen his true demon in Pylea but that didn’t scare her as much as this did. “Don’t worry, cutie, that’s not how you’re gonna die.”
Fred chewed on her bottom lip, fighting back the scream that wanted to erupt from her throat.
“Come on, baby, I wanna hear you scream for me. I want to hear if the mouse does something other than squeak,” Angelus said, bringing his fangs inches from her flesh. His fingers retreated from her pussy and his dick slammed into her. Fred felt like her whole body was being lifted upwards a good two inches with each thrust.
“I won’t give you the pleasure,” Fred replied, her cheeks flushed with the heat of her unwanted arousal.
“Such harsh words from such a willing slut,” Angelus murmured, nuzzling against her cheek. “I could do this all night, sweetie. All week, even. Till I got sick of you and ripped your throat out. Would you like that, baby? I bet the whip would make real pretty lines on that tender flesh of yours. Sure, you wouldn’t heal up as quick as Spike or Dru did but it would be fun while it lasted. I bet my marks would look so delicious on you.”
After several more thrusts, Angelus came with a roar, emptying his load into Fred’s dripping, pulsating quim. His fangs sank into her shoulder, sucking out the blood from the wound. It was not the killing blow that Fred was expecting. Why wasn’t she sagging into his arms like a limp rag doll? Why wasn’t she dead yet?
Angelus released his grip on her, letting her broken wrist drop to her side. Fred cried out from the pain and Angelus grinned.
“Some things are much worse than death, babe.”
He picked up the tranquilizer gun and shot a dart into Fred’s chest, inches above her heart. The dart’s effects took hold immediately and Fred slumped to the floor.
“Nighty night, Fred,” Angelus whispered, grabbing books and papers off the desk that looked relevant to his search for the Beastmaster. “We’ll be seeing each other real soon. Toodles.”
