Detention, 3/25/06 - Logan's nightmare

[fh_jackass]

[NFB because it's a dream]
Detention.

WARNING: Rated R for violence, racism, character death and sexual assault. This is a nightmare about two evil characters doing very evil things. We went handwavey over the worst bits, but it's still pretty nasty. Do not read if this will upset you.

Co-written with notstakedyet with special guest appearance from marsheadtilt.

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Angelus bent down to bring his fangs close to Logan's skin. Before he could make contact he whispered "Just remember, there was never a damned thing you could have ever done to stop me."

With that he sank his teeth in.

"Fuck!" Logan gasped as the fangs tore into his throat. He grabbed Angelus's neck with his good hand and tried to pry the vampire off.

Angelus was as impossible to move as a statue. His grip was firm, steady. His bite was sharp and undeniable.

This wasn't like the attack on Rory though. It was cruel, certainly, but Angelus knew full well there were ways to be cruel that didn't have to involve pain.

In point of fact, it could be even worse when they didn't.

Logan gave up the struggle and let his hand drop. Closed his eyes. Tried to breathe; tried to focus.

-You wanted this-, said a taunting little voice in the back of his head. His voice.

No, he thought.

-Liar.-

Not like this, he thought.

-What did you expect? Candlelight and roses? Vam. Pire. Evil, remember? You've been wanting this for weeks, so just relax and enjoy it. This part'll be over soon, anyway.-

Logan shuddered.

Angelus gave a low rumble which was the best he could do for a laugh while his teeth were still firmly in Logan's neck.

Even with the appetizer of Rory's blood within him, Logan did not disappoint. After weeks of waiting Angelus was tasting everything he'd hoped for: fear, despair, pain, misery, the oh so intoxicating tang of betrayal, and underneath it all that faint undercurrent of pleasure that no mortal could deny.

They all wanted death in the end. The only question was if any of them were worthy enough to receive it.

Or, in Logan's case, to be trapped inside of it for all eternity.

Angelus laughed again. Sometimes it was all so perfect even he couldn't believe how lucky he was.

There are worse ways to die, thought Logan, though none came to mind at that moment. His arm throbbed in pain, but that didn't matter anymore, did it? No more pain, guilt or fear.

He wondered if vampires minded betrayal.

They were halfway there. Angelus could tell. He knew the sound of a mortal's heartbeat as it neared that crucial bend between wanting to live and giving in to the seductive call of true surrender. Logan wasn't quite there yet. He still had a spark of fight within him.

Frankly, it made his blood taste that much sweeter.

* * *

Angelus increased the pressure. Now was the time to take over the command of the body itself, to make Logan's own pulse beat to Angelus's needs and desires and to end all the pretending. Logan was going to die and, perhaps the best part, he was going to love every minute of it.

Logan clung to life and to consciousness with rapidly weakening fingers.  He let out a faint, "Please," but he wasn't sure at this point if he was begging for life or for death.

"That's the word I love to hear," Angelus whispered, nice and intimate-like.  He pulled his fangs out of Logan and met Logan's eyes.  "Thirsty?"

Logan didn't even have enough strength left to shake his head 'no'.

"The words are 'yes' and 'please'," Angelus told him. He ran his fingertips down Logan's cheek. "Because you are still alive enough to watch me rape your girlfriend."

Logan closed his eyes and mouthed the word 'yes'.

"And...?" Angelus prompted.

"I already said please," Logan managed to croak out.

"I like hearing them together," Angelus said. "Adds poetry. The good kind, not that crap Spike puts out.  Now once more from the top, remembering that there is so much pain I could still give you and, frankly, would be totally fine with if it came to that.  'Yes, please.'"

"'Spose 'bite me'... redundant?" Logan cracked his eyes open and looked at Angelus defiantly.

"Turn your girlfriend it is then."

"No!" Logan groaned.  "Yes... please."

"There's my boy," Angelus smiled.  He brought his wrist up to his mouth and bit.  He waited for the taste of blood to meet his lips, then brought his wrist down to Logan's mouth.  "Drink deep. You remember how this goes."

The Halloween party felt years away, but the raw, copper taste of blood brought it back.  How stupid he'd been; some sort of pathetic vampire groupie.  Even as he fought not to drink, even as he tried to keep the blood from trickling down his throat, he felt a small thrill that he was going to find out what it was like for real.  Maybe it won't be that bad, he thought as he faded out of consciousness.

***

Angelus waited.  Things like burying the body underground were just a formality, but waiting for the sun to run its course - that he had no control over. Not even in a place like this.

Of course not everything was real.  This was a nightmare. Not his nightmare, but that was a moot point.  He was at home with the scary things.  He was the scary thing.  So the passing of a day was the work of a moment, and didn't take longer than Angelus needed to finish a well-earned cigarette.

Hungry.  Logan's eyes snapped up and he sat up with a jolt.  He stared down at himself and held out his left arm to examine it.  Not broken anymore.  He looked around his bedroom, eyes darting back and forth, taking in the damage, the broken glass, the -

Hungry.

The scent of blood slammed into his senses and he growled lightly.

"Morning, sunshine," Angelus said.

Logan swiveled his gaze towards Angelus.  "I'm hungry," he growled.

"Yeah, death's a bitch." Angelus pitched his cigarette onto the ground. "C'mere, lemme look at you."

Logan stood up and held out his arms, palms up.  "Good as new," he said.

"Indeed you are." Angelus circled him.  "Very nice. Good arches. Not too batty. I never really got into that."

Logan touched the ridges on his face, suddenly aware that there were ridges.  He prodded his fangs experimentally with his thumb.  "So, good.  I'm an attractive vampire.  Can we get some breakfast already?"

"Demanding little pup, aren't you?" Angelus grinned. "So, what'll it be? Whole world is quite literally your oyster. Only it makes fun screaming sounds when you kill it."

"Killing something sounds like a good place to start," Logan said, licking his lips.

"In time you'll learn that's the place you finish," Angelus said, clapping him on the shoulder.  "So - French? Spanish? Little Chinese - well, not like there's another option there."

"I'm kind of in the mood for something greasy," Logan said. "How about Mexican?"

"I think we can order in something special just for you," Angelus tapped his finger to his chin as though pondering a menu. "Perhaps something in a biker?"

Logan grinned, and tested his fangs lightly with his tongue.  "Sounds like a plan."

As though summoned by the desire, a figure appeared in the distance and began to walk towards them.  Angelus couldn't recognize who it was, but that didn't necessarily mean that Logan couldn't.  "Now remember," he told Logan, "it tastes better if they're terrified."

They were in a dark alley.  The air was cool, but not as cold as the Virginia evenings he'd grown used to.  Logan grinned as the man came closer.  "Bambi!" he called out.  "Good to see you."

The man frowned, peering into the alley, but Logan's face was hidden in the dark.   "Thumper," the man corrected.  "Who the hell are you?"

"Oh, I always get my Disney characters confused," Logan said. 

A slow grin spread across Thumper's face.  "White boy.  Thought you'd skipped town.  You sure it's safe for you to be out here all alone, without your lawyers?"  He reached into the back of his waistband.

Logan nodded.  "Yeah," he said.  "I'm feeling pretty good about myself tonight."  He stepped forward and the lights from a nearby parking lot illuminated his face.

Thumper blinked, then laughed.  "Nice makeup," he said.  "But you're forgetting.  I am the thing that goes bump in the night."  He pulled a gun and pointed it at Logan.  "Hands over your head, bitch."

Logan lifted up his hands in a gesture of surrender.  "That's the problem with you people," he said, stepping forward slowly.  "Always gotta get violent."

Thumper didn't move the gun.  "Stay there," he said.  "Got a lot of people that wanna kill you.  I don't want to take their fun away."

Logan shrugged.  "Sorry," he said.  "Too late."  He barely had to think about it and he was there, face to face with Thumper, his hand around the man's throat, the gun hitting the pavement nearby.  God, it was nice to have superpowers. 

He lifted Thumper off the ground by his throat.  "You're lucky," he said, eyes glowing gold.  "It'll be quick.  I'm really hungry."

Thumper spit on him and swore in Spanish.  Logan threw him across the alley and he hit the opposite wall with a crunch.  Before Thumper could move, Logan lifted him up by the throat again.  "Sorry," Logan shrugged.  "My hand slipped."

A knife appeared in Thumper's hand and he jabbed at Logan's stomach.  Logan swung a hand down, snapping Thumper's wrist and sending the blade flying.  "No one's getting stabbed this time," Logan whispered, and sank his teeth into Thumper's neck.

Thumper let out a string of Spanish words.  Logan recognized a number of saint's names, but he wasn't sure if it was swearing or prayer.  He didn't care.  He could taste the fear in Thumper's blood.  He raised his eyeridges in surprise.  He'd thought that was metaphorical, but no, there it was.  A warm, spicy flavor that he instinctively recognized and craved.  But there wasn't enough.

He sucked at the wound, but he was only getting a thin stream of blood.  Thumper thrashed in his arms.  "Stop moving, dude, it'll be over soon."  He grabbed Thumper's chin and shoved the head back to reach the neck better.  There was a loud crack.  Thumper twitched, then went limp.  "Shit," Logan said.  He looked over at Angelus.  "Does he have to be alive?  Can I still drink it?"

"Not as much fun," Angelus said, emerging from the shadows where he'd watched all of this. "But it'll take the edge off."  He made a face of distaste at the body. "Go quick. He's growing cold."

Logan bit experimentally at the neck until he found a spot that made the blood gush.  He sucked greedily at it.  He couldn't remember ever being this hungry before, not even when he and Dick had gotten into Daddy Casablanca's cocaine stash.  They hadn't eaten or slept for four days, but after they'd crashed, they'd gone to a taco stand, bought everything on the menu and eaten all of it.

Finally he couldn't get any more blood from the body.  He licked the neck and the corners of his mouth to catch every drop, then tossed the body aside.

"I hate it when the heart stops," Angelus said. He shuddered. "Takes all the fun out of it. Mind you, there's certain things that can be enjoyable if you make 'em lie real still.  But that's my personal tastes.  By the way - "

His hand reached out and grabbed Logan by the back of the head too fast for even his newly preternatural eyes to see. Angelus dragged him close, exposing Logan's neck.  He leaned in close enough to give the lightest of bites - his teeth unfanged - and then grinned.

"That's how you hold them."

Logan shrugged.  "I'll do better next time."

"Of course you will!" Angelus ruffled his hair before stepping away. He patted down his pockets until he found his cigarettes. "That's the great thing about being us, m'boy. All the time in the world to learn how to make them suffer.  Want one?"

"Yeah, why not?" Logan said, holding out a hand.

Angelus gave him a cigarette, not bothering with a lighter.  "So, c'mon. Feedback. Likes, dislikes, things that make your unbeating little heart swell and think of world domination?"

Logan checked his pockets, but his mother's lighter must've fallen out sometime during the fight.  "Light?" he asked, waving the cigarette.  "You were right.  Fear tastes awesome."

Angelus quirked an eyebrow but tossed him his cigarette lighter. "Just wait. I'll show you how to play the human body like a symphony.  You haven't unlived until you know what they taste like after weeks of living out the most horrible pain your mind can imagine."

"Weeks?" Logan frowned, and lit the cigarette.  "Sounds like a lot of work."  He tossed the lighter back to Angelus.

Angelus lit up, then pocketed the lighter. "Youth. No appreciation for the arts.  Trust me. Good things are worth the wait."

Logan brushed a hand against his forehead and remembered his ridges.  He concentrated for a moment and his face shifted back to its human form.  He took a drag off his cigarette.  "So what next, mon capitan?" he asked.

"So many things to teach you." Angelus reached over to cup Logan's chin, scrunching his own face up in a parody of a parent looking down at a baby.  He then let go.  "Still hungry?  Could go for a main course now that you've whetted your appetite."

Logan smiled.  "I could eat."

"Could you tease?" Angelus asked. "Could you toy? Could you torture?"

"I'm sure I could," Logan said, a bit defensively.

"Easy, tiger," Angelus exhaled a plume of smoke. "Wasn't poking fun at your endurance. Just making sure we don't waste the good stuff."

"You have something in mind?"

Angelus made a tsking sound. "Now, now, Logan. I think you do."

Logan shrugged.  "There's people who I might like to visit, yeah.  Introduce them to the new me."

"That's the spirit!" Angelus said, clapping him on the back. "Now usually in this sort of situation I vote family. But you are an unusual case. I have this tingly sensation right below the cockles of my heart that says we've got a tasty treat for you that's oh so much closer than that."

Logan scratched his chin.  "Invitations are an issue, yeah?  Gotta be invited, and I'm guessing ones from before don't count?"

"So smart. Why can't all my kids inherit my brains?" Angelus asked. He pitched his cigarette down onto the ground. "Correct. Only the ones from here on out let you through. Unless they bring a witch into the mix."  From the way Angelus pronounced it, the word "witch" may as well have started with another letter.

Logan touched his forehead again.  The ridges were still hidden.  He turned around and was in the hallway just outside the East Attic.  "You should stay out of sight," he said.  Then he grinned as an idea bloomed.  "Just for a few minutes.  Wanna play a game?"

"When don't I?" Angelus replied.

* * *
Logan pounded on the door to the East Attic. "Veronica! Open up! Hurry, please! He's right behind me!"

Veronica flung the door open. "Come on, get in here!" she said. "I have stakes and holy water in my bedroom."

Logan dashed into the room, breathing heavily, and wrapped his arms around her. "Thank god you're all right," he whispered.

Angelus followed. He leaned against the doorway as though he felt no need to rush.

"Kids," he said, making a clucking sound of disapproval. "Do you really think I need that invitation in order to make you suffer?"

Veronica's eyes widened in fear. "You can't hurt us as long as we stay in here," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "But we can hurt you."

She grabbed Logan's hand and pulled him toward her room so they could get stakes and holy water to protect themselves.

Logan stood his ground and didn't let Veronica pull him away, although he clung to her hand. "You killed her, you bastard" he said, voice shaking with fury.

"And I am all torn up about that, believe me," Angelus said with a lazy grin. "It's eating me up inside. Oh - wait, maybe she's just repeating on me. I always get that confused."

"You're not going to get away with it," Veronica said, pulling her cell phone out of her pocket.

Logan took the phone from her hand. "They're on their way," he murmured to her. "We just need to stall him."

"Riiiight," Angelus said. "Because the one thing I'm not made of is time. Oh, wait: Immortal."

"I'll be right back," Veronica whispered to Logan, intending to go to her room for weapons.

Once Veronica was out of the room, Logan grinned, sauntered over to Angelus and stepped partly across the doorway. "So easy," he whispered.

"You almost feel sorry for... actually no, that never happens to me," Angelus grinned. Louder, so Veronica could hear. "Don't tempt me, boy. I have no problems making you suffer while she watches."

Angelus's words carried over the sound of banging drawers as Veronica tried to find her holy water and the wooden cross that Marty had given her that could double as a stake.

Once she had everything in hand, she started heading back to the main room.

Angelus had Logan by the throat when Veronica returned. Logan was struggling and swearing at Angelus, but the grip held him firmly.

"Pop quiz, Ronnie," Angelus said. "Do we let your good buddy Logan here die, or do you give me that invite I'm looking for?"

Veronica froze at the sight of Angelus's hand wrapped around Logan's neck.

She swallowed hard and looked at the items in her hand.

"Come in," she said softly. She wasn't going to trade Logan's life to save her own. Besides, the cavalary was on the way.

"Do you think I'm as stupid as you look?" Angelus asked. "Drop the weapons or I start a little number I call Songs In a Key of Oops That Was His Neck."

Veronica immediately let the items fall from her hands.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"Love, world peace, a little section of the universe to call my own," Angelus shrugged. He grinned. "Mostly though I want you to suffer."

"You have a problem with me, that's fine," she said, her shaking voice contradicting her words. "But leave Logan out of it."

"But he's so cute," Angelus pinched Logan's cheek with his free hand. He gave Veronica a coy look. "C'mon. Don't you want to see him in the middle?"

"The middle of what?" she asked. At least he was in a talking mood. Hopefully she could keep him talking until help arrived.

Angelus looked at Logan. "Seriously, how did you date someone with so little imagination? There's virginal and then there's bor-ring"

Logan pulled himself easily out of Angelus's grasp, then walked over to Veronica and threw his arm around her shoulder. "Oh, I don't know. I think she could've been taught."

Angelus stepped through the doorway. He looked at Veronica skeptically. "Really? Prove it."

Veronica watched, stunned, as Logan pulled away from Angelus and walked toward her.  She tried to step away when Logan put his arm around her. "What the hell is going on here?" she demanded.

Logan kept his arm tight and didn't let her pull away. "You're the detective," he murmured, nuzzling her ear. "Haven't you figured it out yet?"

"Logan, you're scaring me," Veronica said.

"I know," he whispered. "Fear smells good on you."

"Okay," Angelus admitted. "Now I'm starting to see the appeal."

The terror was plain in Veronica's eyes as she finally put together what was going on.  She tried again to get out of Logan's grasp. The holy water and cross weren't far.

Logan's hand gripped her tight enough to bruise. "Going somewhere?" he asked. He shook his head. "Classic Veronica. Things get a little weird and you've got to run off and be by yourself. I think it's time you got over that little habit." He grabbed the back of her neck and threw her across the room, away from her weapons.

Veronica lay stunned for a moment, then gingerly sat up, wincing in pain.  "Logan, why are you doing this?" she asked, her eyes filling with tears.

"Yeah, Logan," Angelus said. "Why are you doing this?"

There was only the slightest pause before Angelus grinned. "Didn't we just talk about taking our time and learning how to savor?"

"Oh, please, I barely bruised her," Logan said, walking over to Veronica. He knelt down next to her and caressed her cheek lightly with his hand. "Are you all right?" he asked softly.

Veronica flinched when he touched her.   "Don't touch me," she said, her voice still shaking and tears streaming down her face. "What did he do to you?"

Logan held out his hands and shrugged. "What? This is me, Veronica. Violent, dangerous and unpredictable. It's why you dumped me." He grabbed her by the hair at the back of her head and pulled her face up to his. "And why you want me." He leaned in and kissed her roughly.

Veronica struggled against the kiss. There was a part of her that still wanted to be with Logan. But not like this. Not now.

Logan pulled out of the kiss and grinned at her. "Oh, come on, don't try to pretend like you don't want it. If you're worried about Rory, well, that's no longer an issue."

Veronica's jaw dropped. "No," she whispered. "No, no, no. Logan, this isn't you."

Logan looked at Veronica, then at Angelus and then back at Veronica, as if waiting for a punchline. "Okay," he prompted. "Who is it?"

"I don't know," she said, casting a glance at Angelus. "But he did something to you to make you act like this. You wouldn't hurt Rory. Or me."

"Ah, would if that were true, Ronnie," Angelus said, smirking. "Problem is, I never add anything."

"What did you take away?" she asked, glancing between them, half afraid her suspicions were going to be confirmed.

Now the grin was slow and predatory. "That pesky soul."

Logan shrugged. "Not like I was using it, anyway."

Veronica closed her eyes as the truth of the situation slammed her. She realized that no one was coming to save her. Any chance she had of defending herself was on the other side of the room - past the two soulless monsters who were apparently hell bent on torturing her.

She opened her eyes and looked directly at Logan. "There was a time when you told me you loved me," she whispered hoarsely, the tears still streaming down her face.

"Oh, V," Logan laughed. "You know better than to trust anything I say."

Instinct over-ruled logic and Veronica's palm connected with Logan's cheek before she could even consider the ramifications of her actions.  "You bastard," she hissed.

Logan didn't even flinch from the slap. "What? It's not like it even worked," he said. "Frigid bitch," he added under his breath.

For the first time since Logan had knocked on her door, anger was the overwhelming emotion coursing through Veronica, not fear.

"Fuck you," she said, pushing herself to her feet. She had to at least try to get the weapons to defend herself.

Logan shoved her to the ground. "Not yet," he said.

She struggled to a sitting position, trying to ignore the pain radiating through her entire body. "What are you trying to prove, Logan? Trying to show Daddy what a tough guy you are by smacking around someone half your size?"

"No," Logan said. He knelt beside her again and grabbed her upper arm roughly. "This is me giving you what you've been too scared to ask for. And if you're a good girl, I'll let you live to regret it."

"The only thing I want from you is to leave me alone," she said, trying to pull her arm out of his grasp.

Logan looked at her. "Are you sure that's what you want?"

Veronica nodded.

Logan nodded and shrugged. "All right, then. Anything for you." He hauled her to her feet, dragged her to the small coat closet near the front door and shoved her inside. He slammed the door shut and hauled the big LazEBoy in front of the door so it couldn't be opened. "There you go! Safe from the big bad monsters."

He turned to Angelus. "Lighter," he requested.

Angelus wordlessly tossed his lighter over.

Veronica panicked and started banging on the door with her fists.

"Logan, don't!" she cried. "Let me out, please?" She pounded some more, sobbing hysterically.

Logan stuffed a handful of paper between the chair and the door and lit it on fire. He waved a magazine at the tiny flames to encourage the smoke to find its way into the closet.

Veronica's panic increased tenfold at the smoke wafting into the closet.

"Please!" she sobbed. "Let me out!"

She was shaking uncontrollably but managed to bang on the door again.

Logan leaned against the wall and spoke into the crack between the door and the door frame. "You gonna be good?" he asked. "You gonna do what I tell you?"

"Yes, just let me out, please!"

"Strip," he ordered.

Veronica swallowed hard and willed herself to take a few deep breaths to try to gain some semblance of control.

"O... okay," she agreed, her voice hoarse from crying. If she could just get out of the closet, there was a chance that she could get to her holy water or stake and save herself. She had to play it Logan's way though.

With shaking hands, she quickly removed her clothes. She stood in the closet, shivering. "I... I'm done," she whispered.

Logan shoved the chair away from the door and stamped out the flames. He opened the closet a crack and peered in. Veronica was standing there in only a bra and panties, trying to cover herself with her arms.

"Good girl," he said softly. He opened the door wider and held out a hand to her.

She ignored his hand and stepped out of the closet, still trying in vain to cover herself. She was shivering from the cold and from fear.

"Veronica," Logan said firmly, but not loudly. "Come here." He held out his arms as if asking for a hug.

Veronica took a hesitant step toward him.

Logan stepped forward and took her in his arms. "Don't worry," he murmured, stroking her hair. "I'd never let you burn."

She forced herself not to flinch from his touch. She tried to convince herself that he was still Logan and not a monster.

"Thanks," she replied softly, unsure what else to say.

"I prefer Original over Crispy," he said, sliding a hand down her bare skin. His face shifted involuntarily and he grinned at her through his fangs.

Veronica swallowed her scream, but her heart was pounding in her chest and the tears were flowing again.

Logan lifted her chin to kiss her while he pushed her slowly backwards towards the nearest couch.

Veronica tried to turn her head. She couldn't make herself kiss him looking like that.

Logan saw her reaction and concentrated for a moment, forcing the ridges and fangs to hide. "Better?" he whispered.

She nodded, but was still shaking uncontrollably.

"Relax," he said, kissing her forehead lightly. "This is going to be the best fuck of your life."

Veronica flinched and wondered if it would be worse to remember something like this than it was to wonder what happened.

She didn't give up that easily, of course.  Not our Veronica.  But Logan found that the struggling and the pleading and the fighting just got him hotter.

And the best part, the most fun part, was seeing the hope in her eyes when she could tell he was near his climax. 

No, that wasn't the best part.  The best part was when he shifted into gameface and saw the hope in her eyes die.  Saw her realize that this was it, game over, last call before lights out.

"I did love you once," he said softly.  And then it was back.   That little spark of hope in her eyes.  He laughed just once and it was gone.

As he came, he ripped her throat out.

Angelus watched all of this with a sense of deep satisfaction.  The temptation to light a cigarette was strong, but even he didn't want to live the cliche that much.

Instead he waited until Logan had had his fill, then laughed.  Not at, not with, just in general.

"Ah, my boy," he said, proudly.  He came over to ruffle Logan's hair. "I always knew you had it in you."

Logan brushed Angelus's hand away and buttoned up his pants.  "Tasty," he said, licking his lips to get the last drops of blood.  "Who shall we kill next?"  He grinned.

Logan woke.

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[ooc: The aftermath will continue in detention. OOC comments welcome here.]

Comments

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

What, I don't even get an on-screen death?

Very, very nice. I actually gasped aloud. You win for creepy.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Maybe if you were prettier...

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

*would like some OJ, plzandthankyou*

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Okay, you guys all win. Seriously. Well, well done.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Why thank you Squish =)

[mycanonhatesme]

*fears your collective imaginations*

[fh_jackass]

Er. Thanks? :)

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Very well done.

*Misses Angelus liek whoa*

[fh_jackass]

Thank you!

[demonbelthazor]

If it's wrong to say I love this I don't want to be right.

[fh_jackass]

It's wrong. But you're evil, so it's to be expected.

[demonbelthazor]

It's hard to be good when stuff like this is so tempting!

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

When what's tempting now?

[demonbelthazor]

Mmm, I want to be bad....

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

*is kind of speechless at the moment*

[fh_jackass]

Thanks, I think? :)

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Yup. :) It's an ... awe kind of speechlessness.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Meep. You guys are scary good.

[fh_jackass]

Got that stake handy just in case, right? :)

Thanks.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Stake, holy water, flamethrower...

Yeah I think I'm set.

[bitter-brother.livejournal.com]

Yr(s) so fucked up. This was great though. It's basically how I'd imagine that Logan would think if he was a vampire, sired by Angelus. Dark, ugly, sort of hilarious and (admittedly) not without some hint that he is taking a joy out of it that he would have ALSO had as a human that had given up. Self-destruction, ahoy. And then, when there is nothing less to destroy: sadism.

Very nice.

And, you know: Awwwww. Poor Logan.

[fh_jackass]

Yes, I scare myself sometimes. :) Thanks.