Chapter Two
Love’s Bitch
Across town…
“That’s a wrap everyone thank you.” Stuntman Angelus O’Rourke got up from the matt he was laying
on. Stretching his long muscular legs
he walked over to the buffet table and grabbed a coffee. His long lean fingers
pushed their way through his unruly hair as his eyes scanned the set, taking
note of everyone in it and what they were doing.
People were scattering around collecting the day’s work and trying
to get out of here so they can go home to their families. He looked down at his watch,
He actually didn’t give a shit what time it was, he had nowhere to
be, no one to rush home to. There were
no loving arms waiting for him to ask how his day went. No that little birdie flew out the window
six months ago.
What the hell was he going to do now? Go home and broad he guessed.
That seemed to be the only thing he did do anymore, except when he was
working. He tried to fill up his days
and nights with working on whatever project they threw his way. No matter how long or dangerous it was he
didn’t care. Anything that took his
mind off of the suckiness that his life had become he would do.
Walking back to his trailer he tried to once again figure out what
he did wrong? Was it something he said
or didn’t say? Did he not pay enough attention to her? He just couldn’t figure
it out. Maybe it was the long business
trips with no explanation of where he was going that drove her to it. He didn’t know, to him everything was going
great then it all went to shit.
He was at a wrap up party for a movie he had just completed when
he met her. She was across the room
wearing a purple low cut dress. Her
short blond hair was curled all around her heart shaped face and Angel fell in
love. At least that’s what he thought
at the time.
Darla MacKinnon was her name and she was an aspiring actress who
had a small role in the film they just finished shooting. They started talking and as time went by
dating.
His buddy Spike had known Darla previously and had tried to steer
him away from her saying that she was nothing but a money hungry whore. But Angel wouldn’t listen and after a
six-month courtship he asked her to marry him.
Angel was in his glory. He
was happily married to Darla, his career was better then he thought it ever
could be and he didn’t think anything better could happen to him.
Until Darla told him the news, she was pregnant. Angel was overjoyed and thought how perfect
could life be? Yeah that’s what he
thought. But all good things must come
to an end and his bubble of happiness imploded one year after Connor was
born.
He had just arrived home from a weeklong business trip when he
opened the front door and heard his wife’s screams of pleasure. He had stood in the hallway for a moment
confused, wondering whether or not he was hearing things.
He slowly walked up the stairs toward their bedroom where the
screams were getting louder. He heard a
man moaning and then Darla’s scream, “Yes fuck me!” He was definitely not hearing things.
He pushed the door open and there on her hands and knees was
Darla, and behind her with his dick in her ass was Riley Finn.
Riley was also a stuntman though they had never actually met or
exchanged a single word but that didn’t stop Riley from hating Angel with a
passion. When he had met Darla that
night at a club and found out that she was married to Angel, he saw her as his
opportunity to get back at him.
Angel had stormed over to Riley and hit him with a left cross that
sent Riley flying across the room.
Darla was screaming at him about what an asshole he was and that the
baby wasn’t even his. The rage he felt
at hearing those words was something he had never felt before. The fucking bitch had been cheating on him
the whole time! He couldn’t control his actions as he walked up to her and
slapped her across the face so hard that she landed next to Finn on the
floor.
He then walked out of the room and never looked back. He had filed for divorce the next day and
besides the legal bullshit he made a point to never talk to Darla again.
That was six months ago he thought as he sat in his trailer
drinking his coffee. Six months and he
still felt as shitty about it now as he did then. Still felt the same rage and hatred for them today as he did
then.
It seemed like nothing would make it go away. No matter how many nameless women he fucked,
no matter how many drinking binges he went on the taste of betrayal always
lingered in his soul.
But what really pissed him off the most was that he actually felt
sorry for himself. Somewhere in the
back of his mind he thought that he must have done something to make her turn
to other men.
It was right
after they got married that things started to change and he was never able to
figure out why? Did he not please her
in bed? He shook is head no. He was very proficient in bed many of his
lovers had told him that he was the best they ever had. So he had skills. Or maybe it was the fact that his cock was huge and had earned
the nickname The Beast.
Whatever it was
that caused her to stray, he concluded that he probably never was in love with
her to begin with. It was just a strong physical attraction. And why not she’s a beautiful woman or maybe
he should say ‘was’ because now when he looks at her she looks more like a
demon straight out of hell, like medusa!
But love,
definitely not, at least he hopes that’s not what love is supposed to feel like
because if it was then he could honestly say that he would never be loves bitch
again.
So after much
contemplation he decided that he would just play the field and enjoy the
company of as many beautiful women as was physically possible.
“Ow Peaches brooding again over that slut ex-wife of yours?” Spike said as he walked in and over to the
fridge. He grabbed a beer popped it
open and sat down next to Angel.
“I’m not brooding I’m searching.”
Spike just looked at him “Searching for what?”
Angel sighed “Answers.”
Spike had seen this everyday for the past six months and quite
honestly it was driving him up a freaking wall.
“There are no answers, the bitch was a whore and that’s that. I
tried to tell you but you weren’t thinking with your head that day. You were
too busy thinking with your other head.”
He points to his crotch.
Angel scowled he hated this conversation with Spike. And it always came back to the ‘I told you
so’ comment.
“Will you stop saying that I wasn’t thinking with my dick I was
thinking perfectly clear that day.” He
tried to make it sound sincere but for some reason it came out whiney.
“Bullshit Angelus you and I both know that if you would have
stayed at Eve’s that night you would have gotten your brains fucked out of your
head and that monster in there…” pointing to Angels’ crotch “would have been so
spent that you wouldn’t even have looked at her.”
“Maybe” he
sullenly said.
He was right, Angel though grudgingly. Before he went to the party where he met Darla he was at Eve’s
house. Eve was a secretary at the film
studio he worked for and they had slept together a few times. She had invited him over after filming that
day. He was tired but he went anyway thinking that they could just hang out and
talk. But when he got there, Lilah,
Eve’s sister answered the door in nothing but her birthday suit and said that
they wanted to take him on together.
Any other day he would have been pleased to oblige but he was so
tired from the shoot that not even the sight of a naked Lilah had turned The
Beast on, so he left. On his way home
he stopped in at the wrap up party to talk to his agent and that was the
beginning of the end.
He leans his
head back against the chair and stares at his favorite spot on the wall; his
Hot Rod Calendar. Well it’s not really the hot rod calendar itself but rather
the gorgeous sexy creature that inhabits every page; Buffy Summers.
Look at her, Angel thought, could there be any other creature on
this planet that is as sexy and gorgeous as she is? He didn’t think so.
There she was leaning back against the hood of a black 1970
Plymouth Cuda. She was wearing a black
string bikini with six inch black stilettos, and her long blonde hair was
flowing down her back and on to the hood of the car.
Her body language and the sexy little smile on her face just oozed
sensuality. And the fact that it was her car she was wantonly splayed across
was even more of a turn on!
She was his light at the end of the tunnel, his savior so many
times over the last six months and she doesn’t even know it. Whenever he found himself brooding over that
whore of an ex-wife, he would fantasize about Buffy Summers instead. Those
images were much more pleasant then the ones where Finn’s dick is in Darla’s
ass. Shit any image would be better than that, even Spike’s naked ass.
He would stare at her for hours on end and think about all the
mouth-watering ways that he would ravish her beautiful body. If he closed his eyes he could imagine every
thing about her, from the sound of her voice to the feel of her soft skin. He had it so bad that that no matter how
many nameless women he slept with, it was always her face that he thought of,
her body that he imagined he was making love to.
Then there were the dreams.
He couldn’t count how many nights he would wake up from his latest
erotic dream that involved her. With sweat covering his body and The Beast
ready for action, he would have no recourse expect that of getting himself off.
Ironically he had Darla to thank for bringing Buffy into his
life. It was Darla that bought the
calendar for him a few months before the Finn episode. She had given it to him as a gag gift for
his birthday. Little did she know that after she gave it to him his head was
always filled with images of the beauty in the calendar.
Darla would have had a hissy-fit if she ever knew how many times
he had dreamt that it was Buffy he was making love to and not her. Maybe he should tell her next time he sees
her just to piss her off.
Yes Angel thought he was pretty pathetic, obsessed with a woman
who didn’t even know he existed. He knew that if he ever did get a hold of her,
he would never let her go no matter what.
For her he would be love’s bitch!
Spike sat there watching the play of emotions on Angel’s face and
knew the moment that he stopped brooding about Darla. He got this intense look
of yearning on his face that Spike never sees except when he stares at that
wall.
He followed Angel’s line of vision and smirked. Of course that’s what he’s looking at, seems
like that’s the only thing that gets him out of brood mode. Well, Spike thought, do I have a surprise
for you my friend!
“You know you need to get out have a couple of drinks, meet a
chick, relax, oh and GET LAID!” Spike yelled in Angel’s face.
Angel just rolled his eyes they had this conversation millions of
times. “I’ve done nothing but get laid
lately.”
“Yeah right with whatever skank you could pick up, I keep telling
you man you can’t feed The Beast trash every night. He needs something more…substantial.”
“And you know what my dick needs how, exactly?”
“Well I don’t really, but I can tell you that Junior here’s been
happy as a pig in shit since the delectable Faith came into our lives.”
Angel had heard plenty from Spike about Faith, a bartender that he
met at the Whiskey where his band plays. She had single handily reformed Spike
from a different-girl-every-night kind of guy to a pussy whipped asshole who
constantly berated Angel for his promiscuous ways. Doing nothing but preaching
about love and the joys of being a taken man, it was making Angel sick.
“Look my bands playing tonight down at the Whiskey you should meet
me there. Hang out have a few drinks
you never know maybe you’ll meet someone who’s more than just your average lay,
someone that you might enjoy talking to for a change. Hey she might even let you take her home and have your way with
her.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
Maybe Spike was right maybe he should consider looking for more
than just a romp for the night. Lots of
people had good healthy relationships. There had to be plenty of nice girls out
there that wouldn’t betray him like Darla did; he just had to keep an open
mind.
He took one last look at his Goddess on the wall, if only it could
be her, he thought.
“Alright what time should I meet you?”