Part One ~ Part Two ~ Part Three

 

 

 

Night of the Devils

Written by Angela

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Part One

 

 

"Angelus!" Buffy's cries were echoed throughout the entire mansion halls, and only got louder. "Angelus, Angelus, ANGELUSSSS!" 

 

"WHAT?" came the deep harsh growl. "Jesus Christ woman! Can't you ever just give me some fucking peace!" 

 

Buffy calmly peeped her head through the library door to where the voice had thundered from. There her bad ass boyfriend sat reading some War and Peace look-alike novel, clad only in his black leather pants she so much got off on. She could faintly smell the sunlight trying to sneak its way through the covered windows as it came slowly up outside. He looked up to give her a vicious stare for disturbing his solitude. Buffy coolly, with easy strides, made her way into the room and plopped down right on his lap, straddling him, giving his eyes only one thing to gaze at. Her pouting face. He noticed she was merely wearing his black silk shirt that reached only to about her mid thigh, buttoned up to the third button, leaving the top portion open for his hunger-passion stare. He tried to move his face down back to the book with a sigh of disgust, but was blocked every time by her smirking, playful sweetness. 

 

"Whacha doin?" 

 

"Well I'm trying to read, if you don't count the fact that *someone* is distracting me. DAMN IT, MOVE!" 

 

Buffy only giggled, and started to rub her lightly covered breasts against his naked chest, deliberately teasing him to slow, but certain arousal. 

 

"I got so lonely upstairs all by myself, laying in our bed. Figured we should make good use of it." She gave him her stuck-out-bottom-lip tactic. 

 

"Yea, well what the fuck do you want me to do about it? I'm busy right now, so why don't you just go finger yourself till I'm done here." 

 

Buffy suddenly turned spiteful in her pursuit, miffed that her actions were being shrugged off. 

 

Buffy sounded out a resenting grumble. "Fine! You're such a prick sometimes!" Buffy moved to lift off him but was vehemently pulled back down with a fierce snarl to brush forcefully against the growing bulge between his legs. 

 

"Did I say you could leave yet?" Angelus glared at her in a possessive tone. "And don't be saying nothing bad about my prick now, because that would make you the biggest hypocrite there ever was. Because you know damn well you beg for it every damn chance you get, so don't be knocking something you can't get enough of." 

 

Buffy starting to get fed up with this little game of his tried to push and pry herself away from him, growling at him to let her go, which only earned her a nonchalant little chuckle as he held on even tighter, and a more aroused moan as she began to push more and more up against him. 

 

"Oh come on now Baby, you know I just like to play hard to get with you. Just so I can see you squirm and wiggle and get all vamped out, which by the way, have I mentioned that it really does make you more of a great fuck when you get all growlly at me?" He grinned. 

 

"Oh yea? So what you gonna do about it? Just sit there like a wimp, or take me and screw my brains out all night?" Buffy flirted dangerously. 

 

With that, Angelus suddenly stood up with a deep-throated snarl and tucked his arms under her legs to hold her smooth, slim thighs wrapped around his waist, while seizing her little mouth with a ragging moan, all the while making his way expertly up to the bedroom. 

 

* * * * *

 

Buffy was dreaming again. She was mewling softly in her sleep and shifted her small body away from the towering one next to her. She was dreaming of her death again. The night Angelus came to her to make her his mate for all time. Buffy Summers had died the same night that Jenny Calendar died. She often dreamt about the events time and time again right after her new life began, though after time the dreams had stopped. She had not had this dream in more than three years. She had remembered walking home that fateful night blindly away from the factory, realizing with a heavy heart that she would never be able to kill Angel. She could never bring herself to do it! However, she realized something else that night that shocked and terrified her then innocent mind far more. She actually had feelings for *Angelus*! God help her, she actually found herself aching for the way he his eyes gazed at her with their dark, brutal passion, the way he smirked, with his lustful lips curving and calling to her. She had never had such self-loathing for herself as she did right then. She was just about to her door, turning the key in the lock when she felt strong, but ironically comfortable arms drag her from her front step, and turning her around to face him, he again gave her his famous smirk that secretly sent shivers up and down her spine. She felt terror cold as ice numb her entire body but she concealed it well. 

 

"Thought you and your little freak-show circus would be gone by now." Her voice with resounding clarity. 

 

"You thought wrong lover. In fact, from now on, I'm not going anywhere without you, my dear. Not ever." His voice emphasizing the last word, to dramatic effect. 

 

In that moment, realizing with sudden distinctness, from the look in his eyes, she realized he was going to make her a vampire. That nothing would ever be the same in her life again, and it wasn't. She never fought him, knowing that it wouldn't have really helped much. Or might it have been the fact that she didn't even *want* to fight him? Perhaps. She could have, easily, but perhaps in the end none of that mattered anymore. The demon that inhabited her body now did not think on the past mortal life she had. It was dead, as was she. Rising up from the grave, having Angelus right there waiting for her, these things are what had meaning for her now. She had become a true creature of evil, destroying humanity, with Angelus as her guide, and many of nights were filled with horrific splendor for them both. It had been five years since her mortal death and she couldn't care less one way or another. As long as she had her lover by her side she was sinfully happy. This time in her dream though, she saw the Hellmouth open right beside her as she rose from the grave. There was a man, or what looked like a man, standing next to it, peering down at her lying form. He said, 

 

"Soon my dear, very soon." 

 

He jumped into one of the mouths of the first appearing Hellmouth demon, and as it pulled him down she could hear his malicious laughter echoing clearly. Suddenly the demon came back up and as a tentacle grabbed her by her slender neck and started to pull her down with it, she screamed for Angelus, but to no avail. She thrashed in bed, kicking and wailing, finally bolting straight up. She suddenly felt big, buff arms pulling her back down to the bed, rounding her waist, and holding her tight. 

 

"What's the matter Buff? Did my poor little Baby have a big, bad dream?" Angelus asked in an overemphasized weeping voice. 

 

Buffy closed her eyes and turned her head towards him, shaking it quickly. He was clothed only in his black leather pants again, the friction creating nicely against her silk little nightgown. 

 

"What could you possibly dream that would be scarier than you or me?" 

 

Buffy opened her eyes and gazed into his cold, harsh ones. "I dreamt the Hellmouth opened." 

 

He seemed untouched. "Hmm, brings back memories huh?" 

 

"But that's just it Baby. I haven't dreamt about Sunnydale since we left there. Maybe it's a prophetic dream..." 

 

Angelus seemed to consider that statement solicitously. "Could be. What happened in the dream?" 

 

She told him about the man and how she saw the same demon that first arose from under the school library back she was mortal. He was silent for a while, merely watching her speak. 

 

"Well what do you suppose we do about it?" He finally asked, looking to her for an answer. 

 

Her next remark she chose the words with care, not knowing what his actions might be. "Maybe we should go back... To Sunnydale. You think?" 

 

He looked at her in utter stillness for several moments before he spoke. He seemed aggravated inwardly. "Why the hell do you want to go back there to that place? We've been gone for well over three years. We practically destroyed everything and everyone there Doll. There's really nothing left." 

 

"It was just a thought." 

 

"Well," he seemed to reconsider. "Actually, I do kind of miss all the old demon hangouts. And there's only one person that can answer your questions as to whether or not your little nightmare has anything to do with prophecies and such, and I'm sure that British bastard is still living in Sunnydale." 

 

"Why the hell didn't you kill the old fart anyway?" 

 

"I told you Babe. You can't destroy every single thing the first time around. That leaves nothing for dessert. Besides, I kind of like old Biles anyway. He's sort of great to have around in a pinch, ya know? I'll kill him eventually. Anyway, wasn't torturing and killing Willow and Xander enough for you? You got a new pet out of the deal as well." He glanced down at her through his partially open eyelids. 

 

A small wry smile spread slowly across Buffy's face. "True. Damn it, I wish there were more Xanders in the world." She giggled. 

 

"What the hell for!" Angelus looked at her incredulously. 

 

"So that I could kill them all, watching over and over again their stupid, smug expressions as they died! That was priceless! Don't you agree?" She smiled lovingly up at him. 

 

He snickered. "Yea, that was pretty damn memorable." He thought for a moment. "Well what about Willow? Damn, she was even more pathetic! She was so fucking stupid! There she was at the last moments muttering," Angelus' voice suddenly turned to a blubbering, whiny girl's voice. "Don't kill me please! Please! WAAA!" 

 

Both vampires howled with evil laughter, resounding off the mansion walls. 

 

"I KNOW! God, I can't believe I was friends with that fucking loser! UGH!" Both still continued to snicker for a few more moments. 

 

"So it's off to Sunnydale we go?" Buffy asked. 

 

"You aren't going to miss this place at all?" 

 

"Are you kidding? Rome sucks! I mean in the beginning it was all right, but now it's so boring and dull. Anymore time here and I'll become a pile of dust from sheer boredom!" 

 

Angelus laughed. "All right, then I'll tell Spike and Dru about it and we'll leave tomorrow." 

 

Buffy made a sound of pure disgust. "Do they have to come?" 

 

"Well they've been with us for all this time so far. What's the problem now?" 

 

"No problem." 

 

He put his hand under his chin, leaning his elbow on the bed and eye-leveled her expectantly. 

 

She sighed. "It's just...I don't like Dru. She's loony!" 

 

Angelus chuckled, knowing this was all true. 

 

"And I think you like her more than me." Buffy feigned a sniffle and pouted. 

 

"Jealous are we?" 

 

"Of that skanky bitch? Never!" 

 

Angelus suddenly became outraged and tugged harshly at her hair. 

 

"OWWW!" Buffy put her hand over his to try and get it away, which made him shake her ruthlessly. His voice was dominating when he spoke and in utter control. 

 

"All right, enough. Anyway, name calling Buff? It's so way childish. Furthermore, I don't think you have the right to be calling Dru a skank or a bitch. Loony, I'll grant that, but skanky and bitchy? Mmm, that's rather discriminating, don't you think? Ok, I know that she sometimes gets on your nerves, she gets on mine too. But I mean everyone is a bitch or skank at one point or time in their lives, so I think we should give her a little credit for doing such a nice job and pulling it off rather nicely." 

 

He slowly let his hand relinquish its menacing grip, but still kept his hand entangled in her hair. 

 

Buffy gave him a purely livid glare and roughly pulled his hand out of her hair from its stroking. 

 

"Then why don't you just go fuck her if you think she deserves so much credit? Asshole!" 

 

She moved briskly off the bed and leaped to the door, thoroughly outraged. She had her hand to the doorknob when she felt his hands grab around her tiny waist and throw her wildly back onto the bed. He flung his body onto hers before she even had a chance to blink. He held all her quivering body parts securely with his own, pressing tight up against her. 

 

"Aww, don't be like that Baby. You know I don't want to fuck Dru." 

 

"Yea, whatever." Buffy grumbled under her throat. 

 

"I only want to fuck one person and she's under me right now." 

 

"I FUCKING HATE YOU!" 

 

"Ok, first the name-calling and now lying? Tsk-tsk. We really have to work on this whole impropriety thing you have going for yourself right now." 

 

Buffy sighed, nearing to defeat. His body felt so magnificent flush up against hers it was intoxicating. 

 

Angelus, expertly seeing her weakening at first sign, threw in his last card. 

 

"Come on Buff, I'll even let you chain me up this time." 

 

Buffy's eyes gleamed with interest. 

 

"Really?" 

 

He hardly ever let her use the chains on him, it was always on her, so any chance she got to do him she was ecstatic. 

 

He smiled, and leaving her body for just a few seconds reached into the nightstand drawer to drag out fairly new chains. This was the fifth pair they had bought; they always managed to break them in one way or another... He handed them over to her and crawled back up against the headboard. She took his one arm, as he wickedly grinned up at her, and fastened it with one of the shackles. She then took the other and did the same. She hooked the chains securely in the hook behind the headboard. She sat back and admired her work for a few moments. She then moved off the bed and went to pull out the chest from under it. 

 

"Where the hell are you going?" He called. 

 

She proceeded to look for what she wanted and just smirked up at him, in dead silence. 

 

"You said I could chain you up, right? We get to play *my* way!" 

 

She emerged with a small knife, a candle, and matches. She grinned deviously at him, giggling. Angelus knowing all too well what she meant to do with those tools started to get a little nervous. When he said yes to this little game, he meant just the chains. He wasn't in the mood to have his whole body scarred tonight. She sometimes could get a little too rough… 

 

He started to pull at the chains quickly, grunting, trying to get out. Damn her! She did secure them well. Shit! I'm in trouble here. 

 

She just stared at him, still giggling evilly. 

 

"Ok, hold it! When I said you could chain me up, under no means did I mean this as well!" Angelus glared at her. 

 

She cleverly feigned sudden deafness. 

 

"Sorry, what did you say? Gotta speak up Baby." She playfully put her hand up to her ear and watched him flirtatiously. 

 

"BUFFY YOU KNOW---" 

 

She quickly launched herself at him, straddling him and holding his whole squirming torso by just her thighs. He gave a soft moan at the shocking thrill of it all and pain that was to come. 

 

"Too bad Mother-Fucker! Looks like you're shit out of luck this time huh?" She patronized him, becoming more and more unconfined. 

 

She reached over and put the candle on the nightstand, then carefully struck the match and placed it to the wick. She seductively blew out the match and gave him a purely sinful grin. She held the knife steadily, and starting from the base of his neck, sliced deeply and brutally all the way down to his bellybutton. He gritted his teeth and hissed in pain and pleasure. When she ran her cool tongue slowly over the hot, scalding wound his breathing became sharp and hurried. She licked the cut over and over again until he thought he would go insane. She ventured off the path and took one of his nipples, closing her mouth over the whole areola and bit down hard. So hard he thought she would bite the whole nipple itself off. He shouted out, clenching his eyes shut. He felt the blood trickle down from it, then suddenly felt her tongue again, licking and soothing the pain away. Even before he opened his eyes he knew she would be in vamp mode, which she was. She growled and reached over on the nightstand for the candle, while putting the knife down. She grabbed the lit stick and held it over his abdomen. The hot, burning wax dripped off the top and right into his navel. He howled in agony and heard her relentless giggling. She brought the candle up his chest and let the remaining, scorching wax land on his other untouched nipple, again making him cry out. He tugged at the bounds in vain. Oh, she's not going to get away with this. He was going to admonish her greatly for this little game. 

 

She then proceeded to scratch her long nails down his neck harshly, drawing more blood. She ran them straight down to his abs where the waistband of the leather stopped her from anything further. She glanced down at the pressing bulge between his legs and smiled. She crawled slowly up his body till her face came up to his, and as her crotch came squarely even with his erection she forcefully pushed down upon it, while simultaneously diving her tongue into his wanting, open mouth. She merely held her tongue still, giving him a silent command to bite it. He felt his fangs form in his mouth and took her precious tongue with his pointed teeth and bit down without mercy. She squealed and wiggled dangerously against his groin. He moaned at the movement and then began to suck her sweet tasting blood into his greedy mouth. She pulled away after a few short moments, leaving him growling up at her viciously. 

 

"Now, now, none of that. Behave little devil, or you'll be severely punished." 

 

With that she moved her one hand down in between his legs and squeezed cruelly. 

 

"You keep this up little girl and the only thing you'll be getting in return is a good whipping." He warned, his eyes cold and full of malevolence. 

 

"You promise?" She asked in her best, lost little girl voice, not seeming unnerved one bit. 

 

"Guaranteed." He said, pure despite surrounding his words. 

 

She only grinned and continued her assault. She slowly moved down to sit between his legs, and taking her hands, raked them firmly over his covered member, which caused him to push up into her fingertips, demanding attention. She unbuttoned the top of his pants and grabbed the zipper, easing it down gently. His throbbing length sprung free, the sight of it making her eyes widen and illuminant. She absolutely adored how he never wore his boxers when he wore his leather pants. She gave his tip a quick, little teasing lick, driving him to the edge. He gave a frustrating sigh and wiggled, again hoping that she would soon free him of these beyond cruel, sinfully pleasurable tortures of hers. She merely continued to maneuver down till she knelt there at his feet, stripping his pants off as he lifted his hips. She smirked and looked up at him, mischievously. She settled herself back in front of his manhood. Angelus braced himself for whatever she was capable of doing, which was probably pretty much anything at this point. But no matter, I'll get her back later 100 times harder. 

 

She took him into her hand, moving up and down gently and slowly along the shaft, knowing it would certainly get a rise out of him. He groaned and all but screamed, urging her to go faster, which she refused. He shoved his hips up against her palm but still to no avail. 

 

This is just too much fun seeing him like this. She giggled. 

 

GOD DAMN HER! Why the fuck does she have to be so fucking incredible to make any sane man weep! He cried out, 

 

"Baby...AHHH...PLEASE!" 

 

He was only answered with an innocent, singsong voice saying, 

 

"Yes lover?" 

 

Ah, so she wants me to beg, does she? Ugh, he hated this and she knew it, but at this point he was beyond really caring. 

 

"Buff, Baby...please...suck...it...NOW!" His breathing had become hard and quick. 

 

She smiled sweetly at him, happy to get her way. 

 

I love it when he loses control like this. He only does it for me. Not for that whore Dru, or any other vampy slut, just me. She loved to hear him beg her, which he so rarely did. 

 

She brought her head down with a noisy growl and embedded his penis in her hot, wet mouth. He moaned loudly and closed his eyes, feeling faint. She slowly started to run her tongue along the underside of the shaft, back to the head, where she swirled her tongue around slowly, making him hiss sharply. She brought her mouth back and forth along his length, careful not to pierce him with her fangs. Not yet anyway... 

 

He began to thrust himself forcefully into her mouth, not really caring anymore if he hurt her. She deserves it if I am anyway. She is being way too cruel. Buffy merely eased her mouth back a little, laying her hands firmly down on his hips, squeezing her fingers into his flesh, giving him fair warning he best not play this way. He gathered himself together enough to stop plunging so harshly into her. It's not really like he could choke her to death but he was the one who was chained up here, and she was in full control this time. It was best for him if he understood that and not tempt her to anything else. She suddenly bit down forcefully with her fangs piercing the skin halfway down his length. 

 

"AHHH! CHRIST WOMAN!" He shouted and thrust his head back, smacking it loudly against the headboard. 

 

He could feel her smile against him. He came violently from that little number and squirted his cold semen down her throat. She proceeded to suck, swallowing every drop eagerly. The blood from the wound mixing with it created a fabulous drink for her. 

 

When she was finished she sat up and looked up to him, changing back to her human face. 

 

"Who gets all the credit now?" She asked giving him a sly smile. 

 

Ugh, so this whole little show was for that, eh? He should have known this was punishment for his little comment on Dru. It was his flaw to seduce her when she was pissed. He should have known better to leave well enough alone if he cared at all about his personal safety. He sighed, his head coming softly back against the headboard. He closed his eyes realizing how exhausted and spent he felt. God, can she ever suck the death out of me, in more ways than one. Right now, more than anything he wanted to just slip into unconsciousness, with her tightly wound in his arms. But he just had to get her back for what she did, and he would not rest till she was properly punished. The little bitch of a devil, she *is* going to pay. He opened his eyes to find her lying down next to him, just smiling away. He feigned a sweet smile back. 

 

"You mind unlocking me now Temptress?" 

 

"What do I get out of it?" 

 

"How about an amazing fuck?" 

 

"Could have that right now. You don't need to be free for that." She smirked. 

 

"No, not the way I'm going to do it." He gave her a wicked grin. "I need my hands free." 

 

She shrugged and reached over absently for the key in the nightstand drawer. She brought it to the hook behind the headboard and unlocked it, letting the chains fall to the floor. He brought his arms down and took one of his wrists and rubbed it carefully over where the bounds delved in too deep. There would probably be some bruising. She does like to play rough at times, I'll give her that But sometimes, as much as he liked it rough as well, she still managed to get on his nerves at certain times. He looked over at her, finally letting her see his aggravation. Her eyes widened in apprehension for the first time. 

 

She tactfully started to move off the bed, intending on getting as far away from him as possible. When he got angry with her like this, it was best not to be in the same country, let alone in the same room. Why the hell did I unlock him? That was definitely a stupid move on my part. But as much as she hated to admit it she sort of liked whatever punishment he dished out on her. However much it hurt or was unbearable at the time, she still found herself loving his sadistic debaucheries. She made an effort to escape anyway, slipping off the bed. 

 

His eyes widened in menace. He seized her by her legs and started to drag her back, growling. No less, making her lose her balance and hit the floor with a loud thump. She screamed and scratched with her nails at his hands, which only made him snarl even more and get even more vicious with her. He flipped her over on the bed, smothering her small body with his powerful one, and pinned her arms up over her head and held them there with his own. He shook her tiny frame bitterly, forcing her to attention. 

 

"Did you like that? Did you think that was a fun little game? Huh? I hope it was all worth it because what I'm about to do to you in return is far worse!" He gritted out through tightly clenched teeth. 

 

She gasped and almost whimpered, but stopped herself from doing something that would only edge him on even more. He was rock hard again, pressing against her stomach. He brought one of his hands from above her, while the other still held fast. He made like he was going to slap her across her face, making her flinch and shut her eyes, but his hand merely grazed across her cheek gently, tracing patterns with his thumb. She relaxed and slowly came to open her eyes. He gave her an endearing smile and sighed lightly. 

 

"Oh, what am I going to do with you my dear?" 

 

She smiled at him through her lashes, innocently. 

 

"You know you like it when I play rough with you Baby. So don't even pretend that you didn't enjoy it." Her smile had turned from naïvely playful, to wickedly sinful in a matter of seconds. 

 

Hmm, now, exactly how to bring her to heel... Oh, let me count the ways. It would be so much fun if... His lips formed into a smug expression. He looked down at the form beneath him and almost laughed right out loud. Oh, this is too much pleasure... 

 

He brought his still caressing thumb down to her lips and outlined the curve and fullness of them. He continued down further, skimming her chin and massaging her neck. She threw her head back with a small moan, giving him better access. He could all ready smell her wetness forming rapidly. What a responsive little fuck she is. Not that he could complain about it. In fact, deep down, he realized it got to him, knowing that he was the only one that could do this to her. 

 

He brought his cool mouth to her body, licking down her neck, moving toward her chest, moistening through the silk. He continued down till he reached the end of her thighs and bringing his hands down and using his fingers he pushed the hem of her nightgown up gently grazing, scarcely touching almost, over her outer thighs. He steadily moved the material up, keeping his fingers following right behind, over her hips, past her breasts, and up over her head. When his face came even with hers he gave her mouth a lingering, passionate kiss, sliding his tongue inside, playing with hers relentlessly. She squeaked into his mouth when he slyly ran his hands down and gave her nipples a tugging squeeze. 

 

He relinquished his mouth on hers, only to move it down to her neck again, continuing to the valley in-between her breasts, right down to her bellybutton, which he blew into the tiny hole, sticking his tongue inside. She squirmed and wiggled her hips, groaning as her need grew. He brought his hands up to play with her beautiful breasts, tracing the hard nipples with his thumbs. He decided to give her a taste of her own medicine and moved his mouth over one nipple, licking around it playfully, until he clamped his teeth down harshly, making her bleed and cry out. He smirked against her breast, loving the admonishments he gave her. 

 

As soon as the blood hit his mouth he felt his face change and proceeded to suck hard, her oh so sweet tasting blood gushing into his mouth again. He let her go again after several moments and was hit with the heavy odor of her savory arousal. She did have an amazing fetor. It always made him woozy, going straight to his groin. He gave a little laugh and made his way down south, coming face to face with the source. She was panting deeply and thrusting her hips up towards him. He continued to simply stare, intent on having her beg him as he did her. This caused her to lift her head and glare at him, outraged. 

 

"Say it." He demanded softly. 

 

Oh, is he ever a cruel son of a bitch. 

 

She mewled pathetically, trying to push herself against him, but receiving nothing but air. 

 

"Tell me Baby, tell me what you want me to do. I can't remember..." He chuckled softly at her despiteful snarl. Oh, it was so fun to tease her mercilessly. 

 

"Come on Baby." He encouraged her gently. "Say it for me. Beg me Buff. Ain't going to do it if you don't beg..." He slipped one of his slim fingers inside and moved it, massaging her, then, quickly bringing it out, went to her little torture spot, as he liked to call it, and slowly rubbed around the hardness. She urged him on desperately, but he abruptly halted and only gazed up at her. 

 

She groaned deep in her throat. Her desire was becoming all too much and she was losing the battle. With an absolute contemptuous snarl she commanded roughly. "GOD DAMN YOU! YOU SELF-RIGHTOUS FUCKING BASTARD! YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT! NOW DO IT OR I'LL---" She bolted up, purely hostile, and snatched his hand in hers and shoved it inside her. He wrestled against her trying with all his might not to laugh, his movements only making it more unbearable. She tried to hold him fast but he took her menacing-grip-like hand with his other free one, and gently but firmly pulled it off his, holding it in a death-like grip of his own. He moved his hand out of her and shook his head. 

 

Angelus cleared his throat before he spoke. "Uh, I don't think that counts as begging Buffy." Angelus gently scolded, his voice patronizing calm. "Tsk-tsk. You should be down right ashamed. Now. You have two choices here. Either beg me, or you can just come real acquainted with your own lovely fingers. It's up to you." 

 

Buffy realized he wasn't joking, and quickly brought herself together enough to do what he asked. 

 

"Oh Baby, oh please...please me...lick me lover...I need you...oh so badly...make me scream..." 

 

"That's my good little girl... Now really, was that worth all this turmoil here? I swear Buff, sometimes you can be so childish." 

 

He brought his mouth to her center and started on her outer lips, casually licking slowly all around them. He then stabbed his tongue inside her as deep as he could go. He brought his tongue in and out, fucking her relentlessly with it. He could hear her calling his name over and over again from somewhere up above him but it didn't really register. He moved up to lick at her clit for several moments, and then before she had a chance to come, he pulled away suddenly. She sobbed and looked up at him, shocked. This is new. What does he think he's doing? 

 

"Have fun Babe?" He looked up to her with a light-hearted questioned face. 

 

"Wha?" Was all she could reply, still in a daze. 

 

Angelus got up and mechanically put on his leather pants, followed by his boots and socks, and went to the closet to find a shirt. He found his maroon silk one and slipped it one, leaving it open. He slowly turned around to look at her, knowing that this moment would be priceless. 

 

He was trying desperately not to go into hysterics and attempted to repress his huge grin. He looked over at her nonchalantly out of the corner of his eye and was almost reduced to having rolled on the floor in howling laugher. Her look was absolutely hateful and full of pure contempt. He couldn't help but let escape a little snicker. 

 

"What's the matter Baby?" He looked over as innocently as he could muster. 

 

"Where in the *fuck* do you think you're going?!" 

 

"What? I can't go out now without informing you on where I'm going? When did this rule take place?" He asked, intent on milking this situation for all it was worth. 

 

"But--but--wha-what about ME!" 

 

He easily made his way over to the bed where she lay outraged and almost in tears. He bent over her and brushed back the hair from her little shell-like ears and whispered sensuously, 

 

"Well what can I tell you Baby? Payback's a *real* bitch ain't it?" He stepped back and gave her forehead a quick little kiss, before walking towards the door, smirking to himself. Oh man Angelus, you're just *so* good at being bad. He chuckled. 

 

"So you're leaving me?!" Buffy asked from behind him, still not being able to comprehend this whole predicament. 

 

"Yep, that I am Babe." Angelus said, as he tenaciously made his way to the door not stopping. "I'm going through those lovely sewers and going to find myself a *good* lay. You stay here though." 

 

"Oh! So you can go screw around but I can't huh? What makes you think I'll stay like this? Huh? I got my own connections too ya know." She was outraged. The nerve of him! Thinking that he can have his little whores, but I can't? Not fucking likely!!! 

 

Angelus felt his blood boil at that little comment. Oh, so just *who* does she have "connections" with? I'll fucking kill whoever the little impotent dick is!!! I'll put her in the box for that... But I'll deal with that later... 

 

As angry as he was, he hid it remarkably well, not about to let this perfect moment be ruined by her most-likely lies anyway. 

 

He shot her a little grin. "I *know* you'll be staying here Baby. And you know how I know?" He took his keys from out of his coat pocket and showed her the one key she knew so well. The key to lock that blasted, unbreakable (even for her) door he was making his way out of right at this moment! 

 

"You ain't going anywhere today Babe. So you be good now and stay put." 

 

"YOU CAN'T JUST LEAVE ME LIKE THIS YOU--YOU--ASSHOLE!" She screeched behind him. 

 

He suddenly stopped and half-turned to face her. He looked at her pathetic form shivering on the bed and sighed. 

 

"You know Buff, you're right. I can't." He said sincerely. He placed his hand over his chest and feigned a sniffle. "In my heart of hearts I just can't leave you like this, all pathetic looking and your horny little body all shaky, so you know what? Being the gentleman that I am I'm going to help you out some. I'll help you get started Baby…" 

 

He made his way back to the bed and took the burnt-out candle from the nightstand and subtly placed it right between her legs, sliding it a little ways in her center. "Knock yourself out Kiddo!" 

 

He saw her face just gaze up at him incredulously and in utter shock before he made his way out the door, shutting and locking it securely behind him. He heard her wails and sobs as he leaned back against the door, closing his eyes and listening with a blissful smile. 

 

He knew he wouldn't *really* go out and fuck some other ugly slut, he'd never do that to his Buff. No other, whether it be demon or human could ever compare to his little vampy tramp he had right here on the other side of the door. But, that didn't stop him from wanting her to *think* that he would do something like it. She had to be punished when she did something wrong. That's how she learned... He sat there and listened to her sobs, now becoming softer and more inaudible. Damn, in all my years of being undead, I'll say one thing's for sure. Nothing is more amazing on this earth than making a woman cry. It just is *so* utterly breathtaking and fabulous to listen to a woman's cry of pain and pleasure, and knowing that *you* caused it. 

 

With that, he made his way down the steps, intending on sleeping in the guest bedroom. 

 

 

 

 

Part Two

 

 

Angelus woke up feeling completely disoriented. He tried to bring his eyes into focus with continual blinks and rubbing. He finally remembered why he was sleeping in such strange surroundings and an unfamiliar bed without his Buffy with him. He sluggishly stood up and made his way over to the window where the silk curtains were drawn to hold out the dreadful sunlight; it could be such a bitch to deal with. He drew on the string and pulled them open to reveal the dark night sky. He didn't know how long he'd slept for. His guess was probably several hours. He wondered if Buffy was still mad at him. Probably. He gazed out for several moments and looked up at the stars, suddenly getting the feeling like something was coming... He could almost taste it. From this point on, their lives would never be the same. He shook his head, waking himself from his meditation and made his way out to the veranda where he was sure he had heard Spike's low rumble of words flow out of. Spike sat on the wooden swing lightly moving his feet back and forth to put it in a nice, subtle motion. Dru was lying down back against him with her head on his lap, smiling up at him sweetly, one hand playing with his hair, as he held the book open and read to her. As soon as he saw Angelus come into view though, he stopped and stared at him, leaving Dru to stop gazing up at the blonde-haired man and look to the dark-haired man standing in the doorway smiling wickedly. 

 

"Oh, look, if it isn't the vampire that when he orgasms all of Hell can hear it." Spike looked at Angelus and smirked. "Do you mind if you and your little Pre-Slayer kept the noise to a minimum from now on. You guys can a make quite a racket." He started to snicker as Dru giggled a little. 

 

Angelus just shook his head. "Oh Spike, just because you don't know how to make a girl scream, don't take it out on me. I told you I'd be more than happy to give you lessons on it. I keep telling ya, you gotta go more than two minutes my boy." 

 

Spike stopped laughing and gave him a vicious gaze, which made Angelus only grin all the more. 

 

"Now, now you boys play nice like good little children." Dru gently scolded. 

 

Angelus slowly turned his gaze to Dru and smiled at her sweetly before asking, 

 

"Hey Dru, how would you like to go back to Sunnydale Babe?" 

 

"Really? We're going back?" Dru sounded more than interested. 

 

Spike shot Angelus an incredulous, vile look but Angelus ignored him for the time being. 

 

"Yep." Angelus smiled at Dru. 

 

"Oh, my head is filling with all these nice, warm thoughts. I must go tell Miss Edith. She'll be so excited." 

 

"Yea, you do that Baby." Spike kissed her before she got up and ran out, giggling. 

 

Spike simply stared in a hostile glare at Angelus for a long moment before speaking. 

 

"Are you tripping? Why in the bloody *hell* do you want to go back to Sunnyhell?! Besides we killed almost everyone before we left. There's nothing left there." 

 

"Don't be so sure of that my boy. Buffy had an interesting dream the other day. She dreamt the Hellmouth was going to open." 

 

"So what, you're Slayer has a dream and now we're all suppose to pack it in and head back to that bloody shithole!" 

 

"It could be prophetic ya know." 

 

Spike gave a little laugh. "Man, you're just so fucking pussy whipped. Whatever you're little blonde cutie says you do. Lap dog." 

 

Angelus, for some reason felt very pissed by this remark. Especially with Spike calling *his* baby *Cutie*. He defended it immediately. 

 

"What the fuck are you talking about! She does what *I* tell her to do!" He viciously growled. 

 

Spike merely smiled and chuckled a little. "I swear, if she wanted you pulling a sleigh naked, with chains you would." 

 

"First of all, she'd be the one doing that... Actually, you just gave me a great idea for later…" Angelus smirked. 

 

"Speaking of sick, twisted pleasures, what the hell was all that noise last night? You bad little boys and girls break the chains again?" 

 

"I think I still have scars..." Angelus absently rubbed his chest. 

 

Spike let out a disgusted laugh. "God, you need to keep that devil on a leash! She's dangerous." 

 

"I guess. Also, it would definitely look great on her. A little collar as well, me holding her at bay." Angelus smiled. 

 

"Yea right." Spike suddenly got up from his seat. "All right Angelus. We'll listen to your little 'puppy's' dream and go back to Sunnydale for a little while. I mean what the hell? It might actually be kind of fun and all..." 

 

"You never know with it being the Hellmouth and everything. Could turn out to be rather interesting..." Angelus grinned wickedly, along with Spike, at all the possibilities that it could lead to. 

 

* * * * *

 

Angelus made his way discreetly up to Buffy and his room and gently put the key in the lock before turning slowly. He didn't see her at all at first, thinking irrationally that she had gotten out, but he finally found her slumped up against the side of the bed facing the wall, giving a hostile glare planted on her face. He wondered if she was going to be a pain in the ass all night now. Oh well, she'll get over it as soon as I show her enough "physical attentions"... 

 

"Ah, Buffy my dear." He strolled over to her and perched on the back of his heels as he knelt down to stroke her hair when she vehemently pushed his hand away, glaring at him. 

 

"Don't touch me." Her voice came out in a barely, whispered threat. 

 

"Ugh, are you going to be a bitch all night long now? Just because of that little fiasco this morning, which by the way, you deserved. God, don't take everything so personally Baby." He slowly trailed his fingers along the soft skin of her legs, furtively inching up her gown. "Come on Buff, let me get under this little gown and make it up to you." 

 

Buffy growled and stood up causing him to topple over. "STOP IT! You think you can solve every problem by fucking and making up. Well not this time! I'm going out now. Don't you dare follow me! I'm going out alone!" She went over to the closet and slipped on some black velvet pants and a tank top of its matching and started to brush her hair roughly. 

 

"Hey now, just hold it," He spoke with authority as he got to his feet. "Now you're hurting my feelings here. We always eat dinner together. You know we make it a point to have dinner together in this household." 

 

"Yea well deal with it! I would rather pray with a priest than to eat with you!" She brushed past him briskly without giving him a backward glance until he spoke in a low, warning voice. 

 

"You better lose the attitude Babe, or else you'll be getting a hell of a punishment." She looked back to him, eyes wide. "I'll smack you so hard your dead mother will feel it in her grave." He snarled. 

 

She stared at him as his words hung like thick smoke in the suddenly small room. She slowly turned around and arrogantly made it out the doorway, but not before she flicked him off behind her back, causing a vicious growl from him, but nonetheless he let her go without bounding after her...this time. He'd deal with her later... He had travel plans to make right now. 

 

* * * * * * *

 

"Hey, how's my little poochy doing? You keeping warm enough down here?" Buffy circled the chained up form while holding a piece of tender meat in her hands. "Look what I got for you Baby. Doesn't it look goooood?" 

 

Eyes slowly opened and took into focus the scrap held in front, before slowly closing them, whimpering a little. 

 

"Aww, what's the matter Baby? You not hungry? I hope my doggie isn't sick." She kicked at the heap lying on the ground a little to try and make movement out of it. Another little moan came out of the mass before stilling. "Oh, I know what's wrong. You don't have anyone to play with! You're all lonely. Aww, poor thing. Don't worry Sweetie, I'll play with you as soon as I get something to eat. We can get the chains out again." A wicked grin came to her face. "Although," She reconsidered, "It's not a full moon out tonight and so you're not at your full strength yet. I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself or anything. Maybe my little pooch is just depressed. Do you miss your little witch of a girlfriend? Aww, you can tell me." Her voice quickly became harsh and demanding "DO YOU? Answer me!" She kicked him hard. 

 

The voice spoken was barely audible. It was a rasp of dying wind almost, that couldn't be heard over the clash of a thunder of growls that came with it. "I--I'm--please…let me die...I want to die..." His voice drifted away into the emptiness that surrounded him in that dark basement. 

 

"Aww, I couldn't let you die Baby. You're my little pet. Then who would I play with when the moon is full? I love you too much to let you go." She dropped the meat in front of him and walked up the stairs, closing the door that extended the faintest amount of light, behind her, leaving Oz in total darkness, alone and hopeless. 

 

* * * * * * *

  

Buffy walked the streets eyeing all the people, scurrying along like little ants in all directions. What idiots humans are. They spent all their time loathing themselves, wanting illusions of peace of mind. Praying to God to give them strength. HA! What morons they are to believe in such decent truths when the world is just a chaotic mess of vile, evil creatures, hunting and prowling the night. 

 

She was actually quite thankful not to be living in the deception of all the conventional values and morals anymore. She was grateful to Angelus for breaking her away from all the senseless fear and material obsessions of happiness. Now she was a creature who lived on her own terms, own rules and own immorals. She followed no laws, and rebelled against all the stupidity of being a good little human and dying. She was the spawn of Satan, and didn't care at all. 

 

This town was so fucking boring. She suddenly felt the need to be a bad little demon tonight--well more than usual that is--and do some damage. Nothing big really. Maybe just like one or two explosions. Just to get back at that son of a bitch and make him envy all the harm *she, alone* caused without him! Ha! That would get him! She suddenly spotted a cute little flowery sundress in the store window, set perfectly on the mannequin. She was sure Angelus would just *love* to see her in it. Well, right before he ripped it off of her that is. Aww, too bad the store is closed. Well, have to make do with what I can get. 

 

She slowly crept around to the back of the store and noticed a little side door in the alleyway. She kicked the lock open with a forceful sidekick and made her way into the store. The dark interior and silence of the store made it all the more exciting for her. She spotted the dress and went over to the rack to find her size. She stripped off her clothes absently, and slipped on the dress of her size. She needed some jewelry to finish off the little number. She went to the locked cases and peered down, trying to find the perfect set. Finding a little sliver heart necklace with some little silver hoop earrings she thought she looked pretty good. She was just about to head out when she heard a brutal voice shout out, 

 

"TURN AROUND!" 

 

She spun around to see a damn cop pointing a gun right at her. She sighed annoyingly and let out a sound of disgust while putting her hands on her hips. He didn't look Italian. He spoke English well enough anyway. She noticed that a lot of the people spoke English in Rome. A lot of Americans lived in this city too. 

 

"All right Miss, if you just so kindly care to put all those items back like a good little girl." 

 

She stared at him, not amused by this, and very bored. "No. Damn it, I spent all this time trying to accessorize and now you think I'm putting it all back. Dream on! Why don't you just go to the market or something like a good little piggy." She smiled sweetly at him. 

 

This cop couldn't believe what this girl was saying to him. She was probably wasted. Oh God, why the Hell do these stupid teenagers have to give me such a hard time. Great. "Have you been drinking Miss?" 

 

Her smile broadened. "Oh yes, quite often. Thinking of it right now actually." 

 

"All right I'm taking you in. Breath, blood, or urine?" 

 

"Hmm, that's going to be a tough one." She giggled. "Don't have either, but if it makes you feel any better I might be getting some blood very soon..." She laughed, as she bat her eyes at him. 

 

"All right Cutie Pie, let's see those hands." He started over towards her as he took out his cuffs. 

 

"Oooo, you like it rough huh? ME TOO!! But don't let my boyfriend know that we did this cause, he's the mighty jealous type." She flashed him a sexy little grin and raised her eyebrows, trying to entice him. 

 

"Turn around and put your hands up!" He spun her around and pushed her hard up against the jewelry case, trying to get hold of her hands, which she hid behind her front. 

 

"Ooo, cuff me Baby, cuff me!" She was giggling non-stop and squirming. 

 

"Stop that! GIVE ME YOUR HANDS!" 

 

Buffy continued to giggle, milking this situation for all it was worth. When he pushed her a little too hard in the glass case she got a little annoyed and decided it was time to call this quits. 

 

"You know, I don't like you anymore. You're not playing fair. My boyfriend does a much better job than you do at sexual bounding. You suck! I feel sorry for your girlfriend." She bucked her head back hard, braking his nose in the process. He cried out as his hand went up to his nose to soothe the pain. She spun around and gave him an uppercut punch, throwing him backwards. He stumbled, trying to get up, but felt a little faint. He shook his head, trying to come to. 

 

When he opened his eyes he saw her face change into something he'd never seen before. She growled and jumped on him, pushing him savagely to the ground and picking up his head by the hair, she bent her head to his neck. He shouted out in pain, and that was the last sound he was to make in his lifetime. 

 

* * * * * *

 

Dru sat on the sofa in the library, contently playing with Miss Edith. She fingered the doll relentlessly, buttoning and unbuttoning the little dress. She spoke to her softly, cooing her and kissing her forehead. The fire crackled and whispered as it ate the logs provided in the fireplace. All was quiet and calm. As the front door swung open Dru peeked her head through the opening of the room. In came Buffy, looking plenty pissed. 

 

"Look Miss Edith, Buffy is so distressed. Poor little demon. We must help her, no?" 

 

Buffy looked at Dru smugly and sighed. She wasn't in the mood for this. That stupid son of a bitch cop had made her plans all go to Hell. She hadn't guessed the pig had called for backup outside on his radio. Damn it. She ripped the lovely dress as she bounded out the back entrance and moved quickly with all those cops around. All and all, she had a bitch of an evening. She wanted out of this town. And crazy Dru was just pushing her last button. 

 

"Are you aware that you're talking to a piece of plastic you dumb bitch?" 

 

Dru looked at her in shock, and stared down at Miss Edith. "Shh, don't cry Darling. She doesn't know any better. You better take that back Buffy! Miss Edith will be plenty mad if you don't!" 

 

"Yea, well Miss Edith can just kiss my fucking ass!" She turned to go but Dru viciously stood up, having quite enough of this girl, and lunged out, making a grab for Buffy's head. She tackled Buffy from behind, causing Buffy to fall forward on her stomach. Dru was at her feet, pulling Buffy towards her, trying to make her come closer, when Buffy kicked Dru in the face, and suddenly the catfight of all time was on. 

 

* * * * * *

 

Spike and Angelus were upstairs discussing travel plans in the Study when suddenly they heard a horrific shriek from downstairs. They both looked at each other, eyes wide before racing down the main stairway. They both came into the library to find Dru and Buffy going at it like dogs in heat. Dru had hold of Buffy's hair as Buffy had hold of Miss Edith, threatening to break her porcelain face. 

 

"DAMN! This sucks!" Angelus cried. 

 

"Yea, tell me about it!" Spike was frantic. He didn't give a shit about Buffy, but he did know that all Buffy had to do was break Miss Edith in any way and Dru would lose it! "We have to stop them! They'll kill each other!" 

 

"Huh?" Angelus looked at him in confusion. "Oh. No, no, I meant it sucks cause there isn't a pitcher of blood around here to watch this Bitch fight of all time! DAMN! But this should be good though." Angelus clasped his hands and rubbed them together, grinning wickedly. 

 

Spike just stared at him in horror. "ANGELUS! You bloody moron! We have to stop this, damn you!" 

 

Angelus calmly looked at Spike, who was freaking out, the fool. He slowly crossed his arms about his chest. "Must we resort to yelling? My, my, everyone certainly has their moods today," He sighed, realizing he had to stop this before things got out of hand. "All right, all right. Fine, just ruin a good thing, why don't ya?" He gave a sound of disgust. 

 

Dru was now on Buffy's back, holding her head back, as Buffy still had hold of Miss Edith going straight for the dolls eyes with her nails. Angelus proceeded to grab Buffy by the leg, and swung her around so she hit the sofa with a grunt. Spike raced to Dru and put his hands around her head, trying to soothe her. Dru was in hysterics, screaming and wailing, while ripping at her hair. Angelus looked to Buffy with a raised eyebrow and looked at her sternly. 

 

"I hope you're happy now. Look at all the chaos you caused!" Angelus shook his head slowly and stuck out his bottom lip a little. "She's all crazy now, thanks to you." 

 

Buffy stared at him incredulously. "Excuse me? But I'm not the one who hung her mother outside her window for--" 

 

"Ah, ah, no more from you Missy!" Angelus interrupted tactfully quick. "I think you've done quite enough for one evening. Skipping out on dinner, fighting with Dru. You should be done right ashamed." 

 

Spike picked up Miss Edith from where she was flung and went over to Dru, holding out the doll. "See Luv, she's fine. She's ok. Not a scratch on her." Spike smiled widely, hoping to calm her. 

 

"NO!! NO SHE'S NOT! SHE'S ALL SCARED NOW!! DON'T YOU SEE? SHE'S ALL TERRIFIED, IN HER OWN DAMN HOUSE!! BECAUSE OF THAT BITCH OVER THERE!" 

 

Buffy made a move to leap at Dru again, which Dru cringed and started to cry on Spike's shoulder, but Angelus snapped and pointed his finger at her full of grave warning, and his face was sketched full of a purely hostile threat as he growled. 

 

"Don't. You. Even. Think. About. It." Buffy stopped in mid-action and let out a dramatic sigh, full of contempt. Dru's cries had reduced to pathetic little whimpers. 

 

"GOD, WHAT A FUCKING LOONEY! ALL THIS OVER A FUCKING DOLL! AND THE WORST PART IS YOU ALL SIT BACK AND TAKE IT LIKE IT'S FUCKING NORMAL! THIS HOUSE IS FULL OF PYSCHOS! YOU'RE ALL NUTS!" Buffy was ranting and raving, her face blood red, her hair stuck to her face with sweat. She was panting a little, not because she needed to breathe or anything, but it made her feel a little better when she did. She started to pace back and forth, muttering under her breath. 

 

Angelus sat back with his arms crossed and smiled a little, trying not to laugh. God, does she ever look fucking sexy as all hell when she's pissed off. 

 

"Yea, well Dru maybe loony, but at least she ain't a fucking slut! You're as loose and wide as the bloody Titanic!" Spike looked over at Buffy with scorn. Buffy's eyes widened and she started to shake with rage. She looked over to Angelus. 

 

"Are you going to let him talk to me like that?" 

 

Angelus looked over at her, confusion on his face. He shrugged. "What the hell do you want me to do?" He asked defensively. 

 

Buffy put her hands up, tangling them in her hair and held it as she screamed with fury. 

 

Angelus shook his head and sighed. "Ok, ok, fine. You want me to beat him up for you? Ok, Spike, meet me by the slide after school and bring your lunch money." He laughed a little. His face suddenly became serious and he looked over at Spike. "You really shouldn't say things like that Spike. Ok, true as they may be, it's wrong and it hurts Buffy's feelings, so we should all be respectful and decent in this house and remember each other's feelings, ok? There. Happy Buff?" He rolled his eyes in exhaustion, having just about had enough with this shit. Buffy gave a huff and sat down on the couch, her arms crossed, looking over at her lover with evil, narrowed eyes and tight lips. He decided to ignore her and instead, looked over at Dru with an over-played, fake pout and a coddling drawn-out voice that made Buffy want to fucking puke. 

 

"Aww, poor little Dru. Was Buffy being rude to Miss Edith? Well don't mind her. She's just being a bitch tonight." 

 

That did it. Something inside Buffy just snapped. She dove off the couch, hurdling at Dru with a vicious, menacing growl, knocking Spike over in the process so that he tumbled back almost landing right in the fireplace. She grabbed Dru's face and smashed it into the floor. "YOU STUPID LITTLE WHORE!! STEALING MY DEMON! YOU FUCKING BITCH!! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST FIND YOUR OWN DAMN DEMON TO SCREW AND STOP--" Buffy found herself suddenly upside down, flung over Angelus' shoulder. He was growling menacing and cursing under his breath, holding her squirming legs so tight it felt as if the bone was about to brake. 

 

"Just couldn't keep fucking quiet, could you? No, had to open that big, ugly mouth of yours and get me all fucking pissed off! Well now you're going to be quiet once and for all you little bitch!" 

 

Back at the library, as Spike helped Dru up, she started to giggle. 

 

"Ooo, someone's been a naughty little girl hasn't she Miss Edith? See? We all get our punishment in due time." Spike grinned a little and nodded. 

 

"You're right my Pet. Absolutely right." 

 

Angelus was heading up toward the attic, each step of his foot was followed by a snarl. He tugged on the string in the ceiling to pull the ladder down. When Buffy realized where he was taking her from her angled view she started to scream and sob. 

 

"NOOO! PLEASE NO! I'LL BE GOOD, I PROMISE! PLEASE ANGELUS! NOT THE BOX! YOU KNOW I HATE THIS!!" She started to kick her feet up, receiving nothing but useless air. He reached the dark, small room, the only furniture was a small metal box no bigger than 20" around and 35" in height. There was no lamp, or candle to be lit, only the pitch-blackness. She wailed louder and began to sob pathetically. Her tears blurred her vision, stinging her hot, scalding cheeks. They dripped from her nose and off onto the floor. She hollered and fought so hard she felt exhausted and weak suddenly, and more than ever she wanted to just sleep in Angelus' tight, warm embrace tonight. But no, I had to be stubborn and get him all angry and now I will be properly punished. 

 

She sniffled and blubbered, still trying to fight with all her available strength. She hung limply on his shoulder, attempting to lift her head. She saw him get the rope with his one hand that bound her so well so many nights. She started to take in short, gasping breaths, trying to make herself calm, but nothing would help her tonight. She was doomed. 

 

He set her down and she tried to scramble away, only to be smacked hard across the face with his hand and knocked face first against the floor. He straddled her behind as he reached under her to retrieve her struggling hands. He gripped them hard enough to draw blood and whipped them around to tie them tightly around her back, bringing her feet up to meet her hands in the same knot. She could all ready feel the bruises forming, and the cool blood trickle down the rope about her wrists and ankles. She heard Angelus give a frustrated huff behind her. 

 

"Why do you make me do this to you Buffy? You just had to be a little pain in the fucking ass tonight, didn't you? You just had to make me get all upset when I was even in a pretty decent mood too. You little, ungrateful bitch! After all I've done for you and this is how you behave! Who wants to go back to Sunnydale, and who the fuck said yes to the ungrateful whore? Huh?" All that answered him was a little gasping whimper. "Who the fuck takes care of you cause no one else in their right mind would even let you eat the dirt off their boots? WHO??!!" He shook her fiercely and she started back to full-blown sobs again. "You get this I'm-A-Major-Bitch attitude and go off stalking into the night alone, thinking you can just leave me behind, is that it? You probably went off to fuck your little boy-toy, didn't you? While I stay in this shit-hole to make *your* fucking travel plans!" He roared with anger suddenly. "ISN'T THAT WHAT YOU THOUGHT?? WHO THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN SCREWING YOU LITTLE FUCKING WHORE! TELL ME!" 

 

He turned her around to face him and growled, his eyes flashing with pure wickedness. 

 

"N-no one...I s-wear." She panted in-between her weeping. 

 

"DON'T LIE TO ME BITCH!" He shook her whole form to incoherence. "You said it this morning! Who is the little fuck?" 

 

She looked at him horrified, her eyes wide. "I-I was just saying that to get back at you... I didn't actually mean it, I SWEAR!" 

 

"Come on Buff, don't toy with me here. Even you ain't *that* much of a stupid bitch to piss me off like that and say something that fucking stupid if it was just a load of shit." 

 

"No--I-I did--I swear! There's never been anyone else but you. Always only you! Never *will* be anyone else!" 

 

"Well then you must be the stupidest bitch that ever walked the face of the earth cause for you to say that, and it not even being true, yet you still get the punishment? Damn, it sucks to be you, doesn't it?" He swung her around and lifted her by her underarms and pushed her into the box, mashing her head down so he would be able to fit the lid on. The rope tied at her ankles and wrists forced her at full attention upon her knees, the metal digging into her skin, cutting her knees deep. Her muscles pulled and tugged at the strain, as the ligaments were stretching and popping. She howled in pain and averted her eyes up, catching a glimpse of her loving boyfriend's sinful grin. 

 

"Hey, don't worry Babe. Just think warm, happy thoughts, and hopefully it'll all be over soon. Just remember, you brought this upon yourself." He put the lid over and closed her in absolute darkness and silence for the rest of the night. And that was just if she was lucky. One time he had left her up here for one week straight. She sniffled and suddenly the idea of her staying here, even for a night, was all too much. 

 

She began to sob and cry out for him. She needed Angelus, especially after what happened tonight. She needed him to hold her and soothe her, to let her know everything would be all right and that he loved her. She knew he was mad at her, and that's why she needed him to not do this. She called out to him over and over, not caring anymore about who was the strongest one, or who needed whom more. The fuck with all these stupid power games. 

 

Angelus was just to the ladder when he heard her pathetic sounding voice calling to him, making his still heart almost beat. He let out a grunt of disgust, gritting his teeth in frustration. He was about ready to tape her mouth shut if the slut didn't shut the hell up. However, he suddenly felt a little sorry for her. A twig of pain managed to crawl up and plant itself squarely in his throat. Maybe he was a little hard on her just now. He knew he could sometimes get a little rough with her. But if she just didn't piss me off so much, damn it!! 

 

He sighed. The lump in his throat grew remarkably and his chest seemed to heave in a silent whimper. He actually felt sorry for her! Fucken-A! She was making him turn into a fucking pussy! He might as well wait on her hand and foot and say stuff like "Yes Sweetheart" and "Whatever you say Honey". God damn her! Ah fuck this shit. She can fucking kiss my ass! He was bounding down the steps when he was forced to stop and hear her crying; all for him. 

 

"ANGELUS!! PLEASE! PLEASE, BABY! I'M SORRY!! I SWEAR I NEVER EVEN LOOKED AT ANOTHER MAN!! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME HERE! PLEEEEASSSSE! I NEED YOU TONIGHT! OH PLEASE LOVER!! I CAN'T BEAR THIS!! I WANT YOU! I NEED YOU!!!!" 

 

Angelus closed his eyes and was mournfully listening to her cries. Ah fuck, I am a pussy. Well this certainly changed everything. 

 

"SHIT!" He hissed. He gave a disgruntled mumble. He went back up the ladder with a heavy feeling. He slowly knelt down beside the box and listened to her moans and little whimpers before taking off the lid and gently lifting her out, and laying her down on the floor he started to untie her bounds. Her body spread out on the hard wooden floor she wailed and howled even after she was free. She began to choke and gasp when she had no more tears left. She curled herself up into a little ball finally, feeling weak, and as impossible as it be, close to death. 

 

Angelus bent down and slid his arms under her form, bringing her flush up against his chest. When she tried to pathetically struggle he held her closer, whispering to her ear, stroking her hair, until she calmed, her legs encircling his waist, collapsing onto his lap. She threw her arms around his neck and sobbed into his chest, pouring her tears onto his heart. His arms came around her, wrapping around her tightly and surely. He sighed into her hair and sunk his head into her neck, rubbing his cheek against her. 

 

"Angelus, I'm sorry--" She started to speak softly, but his hand came up to cover her mouth in a gentleness that belied his previous action. She started to mewl into his hand and he caressed his thumb over her moistened cheeks., drying away her tears. 

 

"Shh, shh," He whispered in her ear. "Baby, Baby, please don't cry. It's all right. You don't have to be sorry. I'm the one that has to be sorry. You know I just sometimes have a terrible temper." He lifted her chin and smiled at her apologetically. 

 

She managed a small smile back. "Yea, I know." 

 

"I'm sorry Buffy. And ya know something? I really did kind of like that comment you made to Dru." He gave her a little grin. 

 

She sniffled and laughed a little. "Really?" 

 

"It was *sooo* way true." He chuckled. She smiled into his hand and massaged her face into it. "Come on, let's go to bed. Everything will be better once we get out of this city. I promise Baby." He lifted her hand to his mouth and gave it a chaste kiss to its palm. 

 

He gently picked her up and she put her arms around his neck and buried her face into his big, strong chest, sighing contently, as he carried her to the bedroom. It was amazing how fast she found her anger towards him always melt like butter once he gave her the sweet treatment. And he could be oh so sweet when he wanted to that it was almost pathetic for her to stay mad at him. Damn him! 

 

He began to kiss her sensuously and with growing passion as soon as he laid her on their bed. His hands began to roam her tender body, caressing and touching all the right spots, causing her to moan ever so softly. He knew that this was the place he needed to be, and was full of much regret that he actually spent a night away from his lover. 

 

 

 

Part Three

 

"Here we are! Hell Sweet Hell!" Angel stopped his convertible just outside Giles' house and hopped out of the driver's seat, swinging Buffy over the still closed door. He began to dance wildly amidst the car with Buffy locked tightly in his arms giggling. He didn't know what had come over him but suddenly he felt a surge of energy within him rise above him and take hold of his anger for coming here. He wanted to dance till he was dusted. A scream rang through the chilly, night air and made both vampires halt. 

 

"OOOOOH! This place hums! It stinks of something! I can *feel* it! Ooooh, he's searching. He knows!" Dru had dropped to her knees on the black pavement and began to wave back and forth as if she had no control over her limbs any longer. 

 

"BABY!" Spike jumped out of the car in a flash and was bent down close to her, holding her tightly. "Shh, it's all right. Who knows, who's searching Baby?" He coddled. 

 

"Ooooh, my Pet, he wants them! He wants them very very badly!" Dru began to scream, terror glistening in her eyes. 

 

Buffy made a sound of disgust and with a swing of her head began to walk away. "Enough of Miss Dru's Psychic-babble-bull-shit! I'm outta here! I'm hungry!" She headed up to Giles door. 

 

"Now wait a second, we agreed we'd do this together Doll. No fair getting all the goods to yourself." Angelus tugged her arm and pulled her back to his firm embrace. 

 

"How do we even know if the old dud is going to even still be here? I mean it's been a long while." Spike doubted. 

 

"How many times do I have to tell you to be positive stupid! Sheesh! Have a little encouragement for God's sake, will ya?" Angelus shook his head and rolled his eyes in annoyance. 

 

"Ohhh, Baby! Can I ring the doorbell? Pu-lease? I wanna be the one to wig him out? Can I?" Buffy gave a little coquettish, furtive smile and pouted her lips. 

 

Angelus grinned sweetly. "Sure you can my little bitch. I promised you, and I always keep my promises." 

 

Buffy answered him by skipping up to the wooden frame and giving a slight push of the bell. She nonchalantly lifted her hand on the doorframe and waited with a sweet smile while the other hand went to her hip. 

 

"I can't believe we're here! This has got to be the bloodiest stupidest thing ever! You don't even know if the old bastard is going to be home..." Spike grumbled under his throat. 

 

"Spike my boy, how many times do I gotta tell you. Think positive!" Angelus shook his head. 

 

Nothing stirred in the house. All seemed dead and bordered up. 

 

"Angelus! He's not playing nice! I wanna go now!" Buffy wailed. 

 

"God, you people are a bunch of negative fuck-ups! No wonder why I get pissed off so easily! It's because I'm surrounded by all this negativity here." Angelus gave a huff and put his hands to his hips. 

 

Slowly something inside moved and the door cautiously swung back from its hinges and opened slowly. 

 

Buffy's smile merely widened. 

 

* * * * * *

 

Two bright, twinkling eyes peered out from around the frame of the door. A middle-aged man with a white suit and dark hair wore a genuine smile and greeted Buffy with a soft, pleasant, 

 

"Can I help you Miss?" 

 

"Yes, you may. I'm looking for a man named Rupert Giles. He was a friend of mine a long time ago..." Buffy smiled naively. 

 

"Gregory! Who's there pounding at the door?" an older man's voice called from the back room. "Don't go letting any strange persons in now. It's dark out and you know I don't like that..." The old man's tone had become nagging and persistent, an underlining nervousness and well-known fear edged its usually kind, and always patient tones. 

 

"Yes sir, of course, I know." Gregory merely shook his head in pity for the old goat. He was always so paranoid. Always speaking of demons and forces of darkness as if they really existed. Poor man. Mr. Giles had been a patient and in his care ever since he lost his eyesight, and everything else that was dear to him. Or so Gregory had heard from the case file report at the hospital. It seemed Mr. Giles had even a girlfriend that he lost just a couple weeks before he lost his eyesight as well. Gregory could not believe this string of bad luck this man appeared to have in his middle-aged years. And then to end up alone, sitting in his house with no one to watch over him in this poor excuse for a town. It almost brought Gregory to tears. He often found himself putting in extra hours just to stay with Mr. Giles, to give company to the old, sweet man. Just to hear his frightening tales of just how he lost his eyesight and his girlfriend. Just how exactly this town became the one-stop wonder of Hell's Gates. Or what had Mr. Giles called it numerous of times? The Hellmouth?? Gregory had to clamp his mouth shut umpteenth times to keep from bursting forth with roaring laughter. Some of his fairy stories were quite absurd… 

 

"I'm sorry Miss. I can't invite you in. Mr. Giles is *very* strict about such matters. You'll have to come back in the morning." He bent to whisper. "I'm sorry but the man's mind has gone as well, and he's ever so stubborn on these things. My apologies." Gregory smiled at the sweet, young girl. 

 

"No problem my dear man. You see I've already been invited in." Buffy pushed her way inside with a wicked growl as her true face formed. She grabbed the man around the throat and held him close to her, bent so she was sensuously caressing his ear with her words. "Now I hope I don't appear to be too direct here but I will be killing you in a moment so try not to squirm too much. Although, if you like you can scream. I just love that sound. It makes me feel all trembly." Buffy began to gnaw on his neck and chomped down harshly when his screams began to become louder and louder. 

 

Angelus watched all this with keen satisfaction. I taught her so well. Watching his Buffy feed was like watching a porno for him. He could feel himself become painfully hard and his mouth became dry. The way her slender hands gripped the man's throat, the way her breasts erotically heaved as she sucked down the bastard's life. Her eyes were gently closed off to all the world, and as his body fell to the ground she gracefully fell with it, straddling his ass and covering his back with herself, as she lay peacefully buried in his neck. She stood dreadfully still for moments afterwards, making Angelus want to leap on her and rip off her short skirt and fuck her right there on Giles' porch. 

 

Buffy, knowing Angelus as well as she did, understood full well this was turning him on with a fiery, burning passion faster than a match to kerosene. She decided to be the devious, little devil vixen bitch she was and teased him even more. She began to rub her body up and down upon the man, enjoy the friction it made against her clit. She mewled and giggled softly as she rocked back and forth. She started to wiggle her ass and pumped her thighs against the cool body. She heard Angelus' unfilled painful moan ring through the air. She could feel him over her now, scrutinizing her every move with his violent, desperate eyes. Still straddling the man, she slowly sat up and dipped back her neck, her long blonde hair reaching the ground and backs of the man's knees. 

 

"See something you like?" Buffy enticed him, intoxicating him with her chilling whispered words. Her eyes remained closed. 

 

"You know what I like Baby." He shot back. 

 

And with that she opened her mouth and slipped out her pink tongue, wiggling it about shamelessly in the cold, night air. Angelus leaned over her with a loud groan and bit hard, pulling her tongue all the way into his mouth and nursing it like a baby would a mother's breast. He wrapped his hands around her delicate throat and squeezed mercifully. He never wanted to let this precious thing go. Ever. 

 

During all this Spike and Dru stood back, trained and taught never to mingle with Buffy and Angelus' displays of erotic debaucheries. 

 

"What?! Who's there! Who's there I say! Gregory!" An old man cautiously made his way to the doorframe, feeling blindly like a scared mouse. His hands out in front of him spread out like an eagle stretching its wings. He carried a stake in one hand, flinging it about carelessly against the air. 

 

Angelus slowly let go of Buffy's tongue with a sated moan, and watched with a humorous smirk while Giles flounced about like a fish out of water. Buffy began to giggle and stood up slowly. 

 

"Giles! How lovely to see you!" Buffy's grin began to widen as a model's would, as if she was trying to put up a façade and failing rather badly at it. 

 

"Hey pops, how's it going?" Angelus pushed his way inside and knocked Giles over to the floor. 

 

"Come on, this is the fun part!" Buffy called over to Spike and Dru, who were merely standing near the car still, skeptical over this whole thing. Buffy skipped inside and giggled with a cruel, evil nature. 

 

"So how's it going Giles? Miss your favorite Slayer?" Buffy peered down over at his still lying form on the ground. "Answer me!" She kicked him roughly in the rib cage with a malicious snarl. 

 

"Baby, baby, not so rough, will ya?" Angelus admonished her softly. "The guy's not used to it. He's been out of practice for a little while." He smirked. 

 

"I wish to God I had a spell book," Giles' voice was extremely faded and thin. "To keep you little beasts out of here! But since you burned all of Willow's spell books along with her and Xander's bodies, and cut out my eyes I don't even have any way of doing it! You mongrels!" Giles tried to stand up only to be tripped by Angelus' perfectly displaced foot, stuck out right by him. 

 

"Yea, it's too bad they don't make ancient spell books in Braille." Angelus snickered. 

 

"Ooooh! Angelus! Look at this place!" Buffy began to dance around and fling herself about. "I remember all this! It's all coming back to me! I remember right here," She was by the stove. "Is where you burned Xander's eyebrows off and his hair! And right here," She whisked on over to the cutting board "Is where I chopped off Willow's fine fingers and tongue out. Oh, and let's not forget dear old Giles' peepers." She giggled. "OH! And this blender right here! This is where we all mixed it up and made Cordy drink it!" She fell over into a fit of giggles. 

 

Angelus chuckled madly and smirked as Spike and Dru came walking through the door. "Hey, let's not forget the look on Cordy's face when Dru put the can of hairspray up to her face and Spike had the lighter." 

 

All four demons roared with wicked cackles. 

 

"All of you. All four of you are the worst to ever be brought to this earth! I'm ashamed to be called your Watcher Buffy! You bitch!" Giles spat. 

 

Buffy stopped laughing suddenly and marched over to Angelus. "Did you hear what that prick just called me!?" 

 

Angelus wanted to run for cover suddenly. This could get ugly... 

 

"He just called me the B word! I hate to be called that GOD DAMN IT! I HATE THAT FUCKING WORD! I'M NOT A GOD DAMN BITCH DO YOU HEAR ME!" Her rage appeared kindled and blowing hot-tempered gases against everyone in the way. 

 

Angelus grabbed her by her flailing arms and held onto her tightly. "Now, now," He soothed. "He just made a mistake. Calm down Babe. Don't take everything so personally. He's just pissed cause he can't see your lovely ass is all." 

 

Buffy seemed to settle down a little and snorted in Giles direction. "Just don't call me a bitch! Or I'll kick your ass! You fiend!" She broke away from Angelus' grasp and stomped off to the corner of the room. 

 

"Right. Anyway, look we're here cause we need you're help. I trust you'll be responsive." Angelus picked up Giles by the collar to peer into his eyes. The scar tissue had grown over the black holes and nothing was really there to be squeamish about. Pity. Angelus remotely thought. "So you going to help us out, or are we going to have to go for the ears next?" 

 

"I want to die." Giles hung his head in despair and carelessness. "I don't really care anymore. You've taken everything else away from me. Why not just kill me! You bastard! I want to die! Go head! DO IT!" 

 

"Angelus, this blows! It's no fun when they don't even put up a struggle!" Spike complained. 

 

"Yea, he's too quiet like Miss Edith to be any fun." Dru sadly shook her head. 

 

"Then he'll have to be punished like Miss Edith as well." Angelus warned deep in his fury. "Cause I ain't going anywhere till I know why Buffy is having dreams of the Hellmouth opening!" 

 

"Even if I could help you how could I? I don't have eyes to see with you ninny!" Giles cursed. "I lost everything..." Giles hung his head in defeat and sighed tiredly. 

 

"Well that ain't my fault. Well actually…ok, it is, but ya know maybe if you weren't so goddamn ugly I'd have turned you into a vamp, but hey, that's your mother's fault. Next time tell her not to fuck a pig's ass and maybe you could have turned out a little nicer." 

 

"You fucking sonofabitch! GO TO HELL AND STAY THERE! I REFUSE TO HELP ANIMALS LIKE YOU!" Giles spat. 

 

"No more Miss Nice Girl! Let's kill him!" Dru made a grab for Giles' neck and was stopped by Buffy. 

 

"Hey, this is *my* watcher and I get to kill him! NOT YOU!" Buffy huffed defensively, tugging Giles harshly over to her. 

 

"He doesn't belong to you! I don't see your name on him! Back off! He's mine!" Dru snarled at Buffy and bit her jaw down threateningly. She tugged back Giles just as roughly, and soon Giles' felt like monkey in the middle, only with much more physical contact. 

 

Buffy stood her ground and growled back, pulling Giles back while Dru held on. 

 

"Ladies, ladies. Really. You two are so childish when it comes to who gets dibs on the first meal. No one is going to kill anyone until this little vermin gives us what we need here." Angelus stepped in and took hold of Giles. "Now. Don't make me ask again." He peered at Giles' form in grave anger. "Are you up for some research or not old man??" Angelus' stare bore into Giles' tragic, forlorn face. 

 

Giles mustered all his forgotten strength. He found he didn't have much unfortunately. He gave a tiring sigh and nodded his head. "All right Angelus. If you would be so gracious as to put me down and get me my books I'll see what I can do for you…" 

 

Angelus gleamed at Giles in rough suspicion. If memory served him right Giles wouldn't have given up that easily without some alliterative motive in mind. He suddenly gave Giles' shoulders a demanding shake. "Don't be a disappointment to me old man! Do not attempt to grow a brain. You try any of your weak little Watcher moves on me and you'll be finding out exactly why they call me the Scourge of Europe." 

 

Buffy merely giggled and started to make little "oooing" noises. "Someone's gonna get his ass kicked, someone's gonna get his ass kicked!" She began to sing in an annoying, mocking tone. 

 

"Do you ever shut the bloody fuck up?!" Spike snarled at her. 

 

She halted and whirled her head to match his glare with a vicious one of her own and she grumbled low and full of reserved hostility in her throat. 

 

"Now, now you two play nice or I'll have to get my trusty Watcher here to stake ya both." Angelus chuckled. He abruptly threw Giles into a chair and sat him up right. "Now. My good man, how about giving us some of that good ole Giles trivia. Baby, tell him about your dream." 

 

Buffy turned up her nose at Spike and threw him a smug sneer as she went over to the table and sat down next to Giles. 

 

To no one's notice except Giles, the man who had to rely on his excellent hearing now, a near-by scalpel hit the floor with a soft ping. Giles giving heed to its significance winced slightly before tactfully giving his attention back to the sound of Buffy's voice. 

 

"Ok, so there was me waking up in the graveyard and there was this guy-like-person--" 

 

"Wait, wait, wait. A guy?? Oh God! This is probably just another one of her psychotic sex dreams! Bloody Hell! This is what we came back to Sunnyhell for? Your pup has a wet dream and we pack it in?" Spike snapped. 

 

"You want your eyes clawed out Blondie!" Buffy hissed. 

 

"Well it might be a blessing. Then I wouldn't have to be looking into your fucked-up face every night!" Animosity was sketched all over his face. 

 

All the while Giles was inching his insidious fingers down under the table, bringing them closer and closer to the fallen object. He felt his palms meet of the cool, evenness of the blade. Victory! His digits gripped its handle and a crazed quiver rushed through his tired, aching bones. With a grievous, but somewhat dignified impression of what would probably be the end of him he understood that this would be his last attempt in onsetting a battle to put these brutal bastards in the fiery rages of Hell. He wouldn't win naturally; he most likely wouldn't even kill the worst beast of them all, Angelus. However, that wasn't going to stop him from the faithful, defiant exertion of offering his death in return for sweet, merciful serene from the harshness of life. He drew in a lastly breath and waited until the right moment... 

 

"Spike, God damn it, leave her alone will ya!" Angelus' voice boomed against the walls. 

 

"Fuck off Angelus! She's a hoochie and everyone knows it!" Spike spat. 

 

Before Angelus could even rip into Spike's chest to pull his non-beating heart out of his chest he witnessed a white, glistening flash out of the corner of his eye just in time to throw Spike into harm's way while he rolled out of the way. Before he could even clear his head from the fall and sort his chaotic thoughts, he heard Buffy's scream and Dru's browbeating growl mixed in with Spike's howl of pain. Angelus' eyes quickly flickered into awareness and he sat up with a flutter of his limbs and groaned with raving annoyance. 

 

"Oh Baby, are you ok?" Buffy squatted down over him and peered into his face with her widened, luminous eyes. She began to help him to his feet. 

 

"GET OFF ME BITCH!" He roughly shook her off with aggravation. It was more out of embarrassment than anything else. 

 

"Well sheesh! FINE! You don't gotta be all grumpy now!" Buffy gave a little whimper and folded her arms about her chest. 

 

Angelus ignored her completely and stomped over to where the trail of dark, maroon liquid soaked the carpet and the kitchen floor. The pool surrounded Giles as he lay still. Some of it had splashed the walls and stained the table. Dru was somewhere mewling and sniffling in distress. Angelus followed her cries of anguish and found her knelt over Spike's body. Oh shit. This is all I need. It wasn't like he really liked Spike. Hell, he could care less if he was to fall over and crumble right now, especially after that comment he made to Buffy, but with Dru…well she loved him, and if she didn't have her way it could sometimes get a little ugly. Damn. I'd hate to have to string her somewhere till she feels better, but well, if need be… He carefully crept over to where Dru hung her dark head. He kneeled down beside her without the slightest disturbance. 

 

"Dru? Honey?" He softly called. 

 

She brought her head up and shoved it into Angelus' lap, cradling it, rubbing it along his thigh. "Oh I think he's been bad like Miss Edith! He's not moving darling! Make him move! DO IT! I NEED HIM!" She began to sob and cry hoarsely against his pants. 

 

Angelus calmly brought his hand down to stroke her hair. He glanced over to Buffy and could feel her piercing him with an untrusting eye, an irking shiver running down her spine as she held her arms about her mid-section, glaring at both the demons in deadly wrath. He drew his gaze over to Spike's body and noted that he was missing his one foot, but otherwise he seemed to be still intact. He edged over and shook him roughly. 

 

Spike began to groan and howl with aggravated suffering. He slowly sat up and grumbled in extreme discomfort. Dru shot her head up from Angelus' lap and threw herself in Spike's, causing him to roll onto the floor again with more howling of pain. 

 

"Owww Dru! Baby! God, not so rough Pet!" 

 

"Oh I thought you were silent and gone away like Miss Edith!" Dru whimpered into his shoulder and began to kiss his mouth passionately. Once Spike could move his lips again he looked down at his leg. 

 

"God damn it! The bloody dick chopped off my foot! My bloody foot! Bleedin Christ!" 

 

"Don't you worry Baby. I killed him good for ya! I killed him real good! He was a bad boy!" 

 

Angelus' eyes narrowed in fury and he pulled Dru up by the hair as he took a good look at her mouth. Blood dripped off her teeth and it marred her white cheeks. A fierce, grave threat escaped his lips and he harshly shook her by her shoulders in admonished rage. Dru's eyes pleaded in understanding and widened in fear. 

 

Spike wobbled as he was trying to get up. He hobbled over to Angelus to try and pry his death grip off of Dru only to be smashed down again to the floor. 

 

"YOU FOOL! YOU LITTLE GREEDY BITCH! NOW WHO WILL WE GET TO TELL US THE NEWS OF BUFFY'S DREAM!! UGH! I SWEAR I'M SUROUNDED BY MORONS! YOU DEMONS WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME!" Angelus threw her to the ground in disgust. 

 

"Well don't blame me," Buffy's sugary voice came from the living room. "I did not have one single drop!" She promised, as if in prayer. She folded her hands and flashed Angelus a saccharine, chaste smile. "I knew you would be upset with me if I did. It was alllllll her! And he was *my* Watcher too! The bitch!" Buffy gave a winning little pout of her lips and started to sniffle. "I feel so neglected. No one cares about me!" She began to pretend to sob and put her hands over her face. 

 

Angelus quickly raced over to her to comfort her and put her head on his shoulder. "Oh, there there. Baby, we do too care. Dru and Spike are the morons. I didn't mean you darling." 

 

From over Angelus shoulder and behind his back Buffy slipped her tongue out and wiggled it mockingly right in front of Dru and Spike as she silently snickered into Angelus' form. 

 

Both were outraged beyond words, and as Dru stood up to march over and shove her fist down the bitch's throat Spike struggled with her possessive form to gain control. Spike knew that hurting Buffy, as much as that would be his only wish, would only complicate matters for him and Dru. Spike sighed as he let Dru help him out to the car. Angelus started to lead Buffy out of the house as well, bringing her outside along with Dru and Spike. 

 

"Well I guess that's the end of that. Your plan, Daddy-O has gone down the drain. Nice. So what now Oh Mighty One?" Spike jeered as he leaned back against the car door. 

 

"Well seeing as if your bitch didn't fuck it up for us..." Angelus shot back. "Shit! I was going to tell him not to be stingy with the Christmas cards either! Well this does put a fucking fly in the fucked-up ointment." 

 

"Well I guess we have to find out on our own what my dream means." Buffy mused. 

 

"Shit, I already told ya Sweetie! Wet dreams. Demons and people have em all the time! I could have told ya that and saved a lot of time and trouble!" Spike grumbled under his breath. "God damn it! I can't believe I got my foot chopped off all because of you two!" He glared pointingly at Buffy and Angelus. 

 

"Well if you ask me, I think you look better without it. I mean, it wasn't like you were pretty to look at *before* it happened. It adds to your character my boy." Angelus chuckled as he put his arm around Spike. 

 

"You deserved it anyway! Calling me all those nasty names! Now who looks like the freak!" Buffy giggled. 

 

Spike tore away from Angelus with a foreboding growl. "Yea well maybe if you count the fact that a *certain* vampire put me in the line of fire just to save his own stupid, worthless ass!" Spike sneered. 

 

"Aww, Limpy, don't be so melodramatic about everything will ya? Anyway the medical field can do wonders these days, ya know. Why not just get one of them wooden foots or something…" Angelus began to snicker. 

 

Spike merely gave a disgruntled sound and headed over to help Dru in the car. 

 

"Well now what Baby?" Buffy peered up at Angelus' face in a pout. "Seeing as how we have STUBBY!" She screamed it loud enough for Spike to stop and glare at her. "That can't drive or can't perform as a demon anymore and Dru is still...well herself. What the hell do we do now?" 

 

Before Angelus could form an answer there was a low rumble from the bowls of the earth and the ground began to shake and quiver with great force. 

 

"What the...??" Spike tried hobbling on his foot, but couldn't keep his balance as the thundering sound grew louder and louder, and the ground pulsed with uneven beats. Dru's scream shattered the air and Buffy clung to Angelus for support in utter fear. A sudden crack collapsed a small portion of the street as it heaved itself into the center of the earth, right along with Angelus and Buffy, tumbling in after the cement. 

 

* * * * *

 

Dru slowly aroused herself from the fallen haven of debris that had landed on her during the quake. She cautiously shifted her eyes around and saw nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, everything was dead quiet now and nothing stirred in disturbance. She examined the large hole in the street, off to the side. Where were Angelus and Buffy? She heard Spike's groan of haughty annoyance. She saw him struggling with trying to get to his feet. She went over to help him. 

 

"Ugh, this is just not my night!" Spike sighed. 

 

Dru leaned into him as he supported his weight on her shoulders. "Where are Angelus and Buffy?" She questioned. 

 

"I think they fell over there..." He gestured over to where Druscilla had seen the hole. Spike tried to grip tighter onto Dru's shoulders. 

 

"What?!" Dru dropped Spike with a splat, not noting his howl of aggravated suffering, and hurried over to have a look. She peered down into the dark, black abyss with misery written all over her face. "ANGELUS! BUFFY! ARE YOU DOWN THERE?!" 

 

"Baby…" Spike struggled to get up with a grunt. "Ok, that's it. I'm getting myself a cane cause this hobbling bull-shit just ain't working!" He wobbled over to where Dru stood crying near the edge. 

 

"ANGELUS!" 

 

"Baby, I don't think they can hear you…" 

 

"Oh, they're gone! They're gone!" Dru sobbed onto his shoulder. 

 

"Yea, well...ya know shit happens." Was all Spike offered as condolence. 

 

"Well we have to go in there and help them!" Dru whimpered as she gazed up into his face. 

 

"Are you kidding me!? HA! I already lost a foot for that poof! And his slutty girlfriend! Well who the fuck cares about her!" Spike leaned down and hunched over the edge a little. "HEY ANGELUS!! SUCKS TO BE YOU, DON'T IT!!?? HEY, DON'T WORRY MAN! I'LL SAVE YA A SPECIAL PLACE IN THE GRAVEYARDS MAN! RIGHT NEXT TO JIMMY HOFFA!" Spike leaned back and snickered. He pulled a cigarette out of his black-leather, jacket pocket and putting it in his mouth he lit it casually. He inhaled a drag and blew it right down into the hole, watching smugly as it floated away in oblivion. 

 

"Spike..." Dru warned softly. She stared at him in grief as he puffed away. 

 

Spike swung his head to her. "Aww Baby, now come on!" His eyes pleaded with her. 

 

"But we can't just leave them there!" Dru was almost sobbing. 

 

"Why not! They would do the same to us! And you know it! They deserve all that they get! And you know that Angelus won't go down without a fight. I'm sure they're not in any *real* danger..." 

 

Dru seemed to be contemplating his speech. 

 

Spike smiled and began to tug on her hand, pulling her away from the scene. "Hey Babe, you ever been to Switzerland?" 

 

Dru smiled a little. "No...Angelus was going to take me but then..." 

 

He returned her smile. "Ahhhh, let me tell you Babe, you are going to love it! And Miss Edith will definitely get a kick out of it as well I think..." 

 

Dru grinned sweetly at him as he pulled her into the car. 

 

* * * * * *

 

Angelus moaned loudly in the blackness. He couldn't see a damn thing! But what bugged him more was that his head was still throbbing from the fall. 

 

"Buffy?" 

 

"Where are we Baby?" Buffy whimpered at him. She reached out for his hand. 

 

"I don't know... But I don't think we're in Kansas anymore..." 

 

"Well you're definitely right about that." A smooth voice came from the shadows. 

 

Buffy jumped into Angelus' arms with a shriek and held on tight as he wrapped his arms around her protectively. A man stepped forward from the darkness and into the small crystal of light that shone against the rock. Buffy gasped. It was the man from her dream. He didn't smell like a man though. Most likely it was a pullover. 

 

"Who are you!?" Angelus growled threateningly. 

 

"You're the man from my dream!" Buffy cried out. 

 

He smiled at Buffy. "Yes, I'm glad you recognized me. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Machom. Keeper of the Hellmouth actually..." He grinned sinfully. "I've been watching you two for a long time. I like your kids' style. And I think we are going to be doing wondrous things together..." 

 

Machom's wicked grin passed over them as the two vampires listened with slight interest in the darkness. 

 

 

The End

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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