ANGEL - Theatrical Trailer - The Awakening by StygianFilms
Letting out a high pitched squeak as she felt Angelus pick her up, Willow squirmed, trying her best to escape his grip. She had been in this position once before, and the memories that came flooding back were not wanted ones.
He chuckled as he held her in his grasp. There was no way he was going to play the role of dumb stupid vampire again. He’d squandered his chances before, but he learned from his mistakes. This time, he wasted no time in biting her.
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Emily stared at him, swaying slightly back and forth on her blood-stained sneakers. “Iunno” she finally said with a shrug. “I think I’d remember someone that uses that much hair gel.”
"Huh, must’ve been some other pathetic excuse for a vampire I was thinking of. My bad." He looked down at her sneakers.
Giles knew it wouldn’t do anything, but his head already hurt and this might either free him, or knock him out. Either was a better option than the current one.
He slammed his head forward hard into the vampires.
The head butt came as a surprise. Pain flooded his face and he held onto the Watcher with one had as he brought up the other to his face—it was enough, however, to give Giles his chance of escape. Angelus’ eyes watered. “Son of a bitch!”
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"Didn’t mean to ruin fun. Can go hunting if you still wish me around when you do so."
"I’m sick of talking about it," he told her. "I’m going to go kill someone before I get really bored."
She cried out in pain as he seized her already hurting wrist, then a second time when his rough grip yanked mercilessly at her hair, exposing her throat to him. “N-n-no! N-no, no, n-n-no!” she whimpered, too frightened to really respond to his teasing question. Whatever Angelus chose to do to her, Tara knew it would hurt, and she feebly tried to brace herself, expecting more pain at any second.
The scent of her fear was so strong he was certain he could actually taste it. Blood pumping, heated from the terror and her flight. He could drain her right here and now—or he could draw it out for a very, very long time.
He applied just a bit more pressure to her wrist. “I have a nice place for you. Dank, dark. There could be rats.”