Part One ~ Part Two ~ Part Three
Yeah Baby, I’m Back!
Written by Angela
He was trying to remember exactly how it had happened, how he became one again. No longer sharing this body with that imbecile pussy boy Angel. How exactly did he get here? He did recall Soul-boy being devastated over that drunk Irish twit's death. Is that what brought him back? Did Pussy-boy actually feel so evil and out of control with his guilt that he just gave in to his darker half? But it was supposed to be a moment of *happiness* that gave control over to him, not the other way around... Oh well, who the fuck cares why Lover-boy gave up control to me. The point was he was back and no longer had to listen to that Soul-boy bitch and moan and have little girly feelings on everything! UGH! What a fucking pussy! Well, enough with the Angel bashing; he had to make up for lost time. Oh, where to start...
Well first thing's first. He quickly went to the closet and rummaged into the way back to triumphantly pull out his black leather pants. He knew that Angel somehow didn't have the "heart" to dispose of them fully. He slipped them on with pure satisfaction. Ah, so much better. He smiled with a feline grin and put on his blood-maroon velvet top. Damn, I do look good.
He could hear Cordelia shuffle around upstairs. Hmm, this should be fun... He slowly made his way up the stairs, intending on prolonging the moment for as long as possible. It was so much more exciting and enjoyable that way. Just to toy with the morons until they were putty in his hands was classic! When he got up to the office he saw Cordelia was on the phone. He could hear her babbling a million miles a minute. Ignorant fool. Go head and talk little bitch, this will be your last. After several moments he heard the small click followed by the inevitable silence. There's always a calm before the storm he thought vaguely as he heard Cordelia make her way to his door. There are moments in your life that set the course of who you're going to be... Isn't that what that Whistler punk had said? Well yep, these were definitely one of those moments...
"Angel? You here?"
Oh, gotta put on the charm now... "Yes, what did you need Cordelia?" came the sweet reply of Angel's voice.
Cordelia poked her head in the doorway and saw Angel behind his desk with his hands folded neatly in front of him as always. Ok, I just have to be straight with him. Make the classic puppy-dog face...or should I go for the I'm-A-Bitch-Don't-Mess-With-Me look... Hmm "Angel, we need to talk here."
"Go head, I'm *dying* to hear what you have to say." He smiled at her.
"Right. All right, look, I've been working here for almost two months and I need a raise! Now. Before you say anything let me explain that you, being a vampire, have given up the necessities of life and fashion, and have no idea what I'm talking about. But trust me! I need to have more money than this! You're practically working me senseless! Ok fine, so I can't send a fax, or use the copy machine, or, come to think of it," She scrunched up her face, "I can't really use that confounded computer, but ya know, I have personality and I think that deserves me some credit, don't you? What are you looking at??" Cordelia suddenly realized Angel was watching her very intensely. He had a questionable gaze on his face.
"I'm just trying to figure something out, that's all," He replied. "I'm just trying to figure out how in the *hell* he put up with your smart-ass attitude and keen sense of stupidity. Hmm… I find it fascinating, don't you?"
"EXCU-SE ME? You have some nerve Angel! UGH! I've never been so insulted! He?? He who?? Who are you..." Cordelia stopped talking and examined Angel more closely. His eyes. A dead give-away. There was nothing there. Just two black pools staring in malicious greed. She realized with horror that Angel was no longer Angel, and this was Angelus standing in front of her. His smile broadened and turned into a wicked smirk. His face changed into his demon form with a growl, and he leapt towards her as the chase of cat and mouse was on.
Cordelia ran with a horrifying scream out the door of his little office, but before she could make it to the main door Angelus grabbed her hair from behind and yanked her back in, throwing her senseless into the desk. She tried to stand up but he was too fast, and on her in a flash. He gave her a wicked growl and bent his head to the crook of her neck. She decided to use what she had as a woman and took her nails and scratched him as hard as she could on his incoming face.
"AHHH!" He put his hands up to his face as he held it, nursing it. She pushed him off and back, blindly running to the street. She could feel that her leg had twisted badly when he threw her against the desk as she limped in much pain. But none of that was really registering. She panted heavily as she spotted an apartment complex across the street and hobbled over to it. She could hear the vicious snarls a breath away from her. She ran for the door and pushed what button she could get her hand on first. A woman answered.
"Yes?"
Cordelia spoke quickly. "Yes, hello I--I'm a florist and I need to come up and deliver some flowers to some apartment. Could you buzz me in please?"
There was silence on the other end. Cordelia looked behind her again and couldn't see him. Her eyes became wide and she started to whimper from the pain in her leg. Come on, come on! Her breathing was becoming more and more heavy and drained. Suddenly the buzzer sounded and Cordelia leaped for the door. She felt a bone crushing hand grab her foot and bump her up against the door, causing her to trip. She recovered in record time, fidgeting with the door handle to let her in. She heard the growl behind her right before she hurled the door open and hobbled inside, slamming it shut with a cry of pain and terror. She could hear the slam of the steel as Angelus smashed his hands against it, the little door light only shimmering his evil, dark eyes as he peered down at her in a wicked stare. She cried out in fear and hopped up the stairs right as she heard the loud crash as the door swung off the hinges. She screamed and bounded for the first door she saw. She pounded on it senselessly. She whipped her head around, expecting him to be right behind her, but instead found nothing but sheer emptiness in the halls. From behind the door a muffled reply came out.
"Who's there?" a small woman's voice asked.
"PLEASE! PLEASE, YOU HAVE TO LET ME IN! I NEED HELP!" Cordelia hollered at the woman. She was panting and shaking.
"Who are you kidding?! You think I'm nuts? Get the hell out of here before I call the cops!"
Cordelia started to hammer on the door crying out, "Please Lady! Let me in! I swear I won't hurt you! I need your help!!"
It took what seemed like years for the door to creak open a tad as two desperate eyes stared at Cordelia in flickering light. Cordelia, becoming fed up, shoved open the door and pushed her way inside.
"GET OUT! GET OUT OR I'LL CALL THE POLICE!"
"Ha! Good, call em! They won't be able to help you though. I need to call my friend Buffy. She's the only one that can stop this." Cordelia tried to explain.
There came a smooth, firm sounding voice from the doorway.
"Oh yes, lets. Lets call dear old Buffy and see what the little whore has been up to."
Cordelia whipped her head around to see Angelus' form clouding the doorway. His hand nonchalantly was resting against the frame as his one ankle was crossed over the other.
"All right, that's it! I want *both* of you get out of here before I call for help!" The woman crossed her arms over her chest.
"Don't worry. You won't be harmed. He can't come in unless he's invited." Cordelia shot Angelus a smug smile.
"Oooh, you clever little girl." He grinned. "But I was just thinking about that raise you asked for. Uh...why the hell would I want to pay you *more* when you're as dumb as a fucking cow? Where's the logic in that statement??"
Cordelia's disgruntled huff earned a chuckle from him.
"You're not coming in! You're not welcome!" Cordelia gave him a purely hostile glare from several feet away.
Angelus dropped the grin suddenly and sketched a lost little boy look all over his face. He looked to the woman.
"Ma'am don't be alarmed but this girl that you've invited into your home has a very serious mental situation. She's a borderline schizo and she's very dangerous. Let me just take her off your hands for ya. Let me come in."
"NOO! Don't say a word! Don't listen to him damn it! He's a killer!" Cordelia screamed at the woman.
"It's all right Cordelia. Tell the voices it's all right." Angelus soothed her mockingly. "Shh, just tell them there's no one after you." He looked over to the incredulous-stricken woman. "Tragic case really. She had such potential and then she just got all these desperate thoughts coming out of the noggin." He pointed to his own head. He shook it in false sympathy. He sniffled. "She could have been great! Now look at her!"
Cordelia's whole form was shaking and her face was becoming cascaded with sweat.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, nonononononononononono..." She whispered. She was defeated.
The woman looked slowly from the young man standing outside her apartment to the pale, shaking young girl standing inside. The young girl did seem like she was a little shaken up... She looked to the man again. He looked like such a nice fellow. Nice smile, nice build...
The woman gave him a half-hearted grin. "Why don't you come in and take care of her then."
Cordelia screamed and moved to the far end of the apartment.
"Why thank you kindly Ma'am. By the way, you wouldn't happen to be single would you?"
The woman gave a little girlish giggle and blushed. This gentleman was certainly a fine stallion in the making.
Angelus came in and gave Cordelia a little wink as he reached for the woman's hand and kissed it ever so softly. The woman smiled up at him and gave a gentle laugh…until she felt the teeth go harshly into her palm.
"OOOOWWW!" She pulled her hand away and looked incredulously at the blood pouring forth from the wound. She looked up at him with contempt written all over her face.
"You sicko!" She held her hand in shocked pain.
He merely smiled and let his human face draw back to reveal his true nature and marveled in her screams. He drew her in and turned her around violently and covered her mouth.
"Now, now, None of that. You invited me, remember? You have to revel in the consequences." And with that he bit savagely into her neck, drinking her dry.
When he was finished he peered to Cordelia's horror-sketched face and could hear the wonderful whimpers coming from her mouth.
"Aww, don't be like that Cordy. Death isn't that bad, I promise. Now. Should we do this slowly or quickly--well, no slowly is the *only* way to go. Quickly is so much more boring and dull! Zip, zap and it's over with. No fun there..."
Cordelia began to run out of the apartment with a terrified screech. She knew he was talking, and she knew escape was more than futile, but her brain was screaming at her legs to move and rebel against this untimely death, no matter how senseless it was. She could hear the barked growl dangerous inches behind her and the pounding of thundered footsteps. She gave a hoarse cry as she felt his long, thin fingers dig into her tiny waist.
He threw her across the hallway and watched with smug satisfaction as she was thrown into the wall headfirst. He casually padded over to her, brushing his nails against his coat.
"You know Cordelia, it's very rude when someone is speaking to just get up and walk out. But I understand. You never were one for proprieties were you? It was more tactful truths with you, huh?"
He watched her with burning eyes as blood trickled down the side of her forehead while the rest of her lay still.
"Well I hope you are feeling up for some travelin cause we're about to go visit some very dear friends in Sunnydale. Won't that be fun?" He chuckled with malicious laughter while nothing answered him but the slowness of her breathing.
* * * * *
When Cordelia woke up she struggled to dismiss the haziness from her eyes. Her head was pounding and had a dull aching pain to it. She could feel the bumps of motion, making her queasy, and sounds of passing motors coming from somewhere as she struggled to swivel her head from left to right. She gazed straight ahead of her and saw the car door, and through the window the outside world was whizzing by at a hundred miles a minute. As she tried to move her hands she regretfully found them bound behind her while her straightened stiff body tried to sit up. She suddenly heard the calm whistle from the front seat that made her stop and draw in a shaky breath. As she peeked her head up to try to see past the back of the front seat Angelus' head freakily whipped around with a growl and froze her with a livid stare.
"Ah, so you're awake. Up for some fun?"
Not giving her a time to answer he shouted out,
"ME TOO! All right, now lets see... What shall we do here?" He turned and gave her shuttering body a smirk that spoke volumes.
"You know what I really can't stand? How people *have* to drive on the right-hand side of the road when you're in America. You know what I think? I think people should do what they feel, damn it! This is the land of the free and we shouldn't have to obey silly laws like that! I'll show them!"
And with that Angelus spun the wheel with a glee of laughter and a lightening flash wave of his hand into the left-hand side of the highway, directly into the main stream of on-coming traffic.
"WHOO-HOO! Now this just kicks ass!" Angelus was roaring with laughter as Cordelia was choking with rasped screams.
"OH GOD, ANGELUS NOOOOO!" Cordelia's face came up just in time to see a pair of headlights heading straight for them. She could hear the blast of the horn continuously. The man behind the wheel was shouting at them to get the hell out of the way.
"Sheesh, some people are just road hogs! I hate that!" Angelus shook his head. He maddenly pushed his foot to the gas and drove on with the reminiscence of a lunatic behind the wheel.
Cordelia could hear the slam of the brakes and the screech of the wheels as the other car pulled over to the side of the road, running into a near-by ditch just in time before they smashed into it head on. She let out of shaky sigh of gasping breaths and slammed her head back against the seat in relief.
However, Angelus was just beginning and he was far from through.
Just then a huge semi was coming down the road at full-speed ahead. Its horn blasted away as its wheels hissed and crackled against the road.
"Oh, I think this punk wants to play chicken! Ha! All right, we'll show him, won't we Babe? We ain't one to back off from a fight! You ready?"
With that he slammed on the pedal as the car roared heavily in response. Cordelia screamed with all her might and her lungs gasped and choked for all the known air in the car. Angelus' patronizing, girly cries, outlined with his smug cruelty, echoed throughout the car and all Cordelia could think about was how much she hated him with a livid passion at that point.
She shot her head up and could plainly see the truck heading straight for them, not being able to stop.
"OHGODOHGODOHGODOHGODOHGODOHGOOOOOOOOOOD!"
"Look, you having an orgasm in the backseat there or what? You know I'm reserving myself for Buffy. So just revert those thoughts elsewhere, you horny little toad you!" Angelus shook his head at her in mocked annoyance.
The headlights began to become larger and larger, blocking out all her vision as she was blinded by their brilliance. She took in a lastly gasp of crying, choked breath before all went dead quiet and black around her.
* * * * *
Cordelia lifted her head off the seat in agony as she slowly came to. She moaned and realized with pure relief that the car had stopped moving. She carefully peeked her head up over the seat only to met Angelus dark, brown eyes looming over hers. His arms were criss-crossed over the back of the seat as his face hovered above hers with a little smile.
"Was it good for you?" He grinned while she gave him a hostile gaze. "Speechless I see. Well, that wouldn't be the first time for me."
Cordelia felt her stomach muscles convulse and she shuttered as she quivered and choked up some breaths.
"Are you going to heave?" He asked annoyingly.
She felt her head roll forward and her eyelids slam shut as she shook with terror and sickness all at the same time.
"Aww man, all over my car and shit too! God damn it! Well here we are! Sunnydale it is! Now we're going to have some real fun!"
He opened the door and leapt out of the car. He went around the back to get her door open.
She suddenly felt the knot of the seatbelts come unloosened and she quickly jiggled her hands free. She felt a surge of newfound hope go through her. This is my only chance. If I want to get away from this maniac then I need to do this just right.
As soon as he opened her door her legs shot up and kicked him right in the face with a huffed grunt.
"SON OF A..." He held his hands up to his face and savagely snarled.
Codelia leapt off the seat and blindly ran down the driveway. She could see from the familiarity of it that they were at Giles' house. She felt Angelus knock her down as her cheek scraped roughly against the gravel of the ground. She cried out from the pain and she felt as if all her bones turned to putty. His body clung to hers and pushed her down to the concrete with his full strength and he whispered from behind her directly in her ear.
"You stupid little bitch. You just don't seem to learn." He turned her around to meet his eyes and shook her body harshly. "Oooh, you got yourself a nice little shiner there on the cheek. Guess your days as a model are over. Might as well go for the gold." And with that he brutally crushed her face into the cement with a deadly passion.
Cordelia sobbed and choked out gasps of pained whimpers. Her nose gushed with blood as he brought her face up to meet his again. He scooped her up and held her body up with his vampire strength.
"Now. Before we go in, just to let you know. If you so much as to decide to make *any* gesture in *any* way to let them know the King is back, here's a little reminder to take with you. I promise you that when they find your body your hair will be so fucked-up and horrible your own fucking mother will scream in terror. Is that clear?" His eyes penetrated hers with a deadly certainty.
Her face shuttered in horror and she quivered in utter fear. Quickly nodding her head rapidly up and down with a mousy whimper, she hung her head in defeat and let him carry her inside the lighted house.
"So you decided to quit the ice cream man job and work as a garbage man instead? Xander, um, ok, I'm all with the support and all, but for the love of God, WHY?" Willow eyed him in appall.
"Anya says it'll do wonders for my character. Plus she says just the sound of the garbage truck makes her think all sorts of naughty thoughts."
The group all looked in incredulous wonder as Xander merely shrugged.
"Ok, but this is coming from an ex-demon. So does she even know what type of rep a garbage man has???" Buffy questioned.
"Buff, please, I'm trying not to think that far ahead, ok? That only dampens my whole sitch." Xander attempted a pitiful smile.
"I'm thinking maybe you should have just stuck with the ice cream biz. I liked the fact that you get me those bubble gum clown faces for free." Riley smiled.
Buffy rolled her eyes. Despite the fact that she was dating Riley she couldn't help but at times miss Angel's devilish bad-boy-self.
Just then the door flew open with Angel standing there with Cordelia limp in his arms.
Speak of the devil... Buffy idly thought. She felt a pang of feverish jealousy as she saw the way he was holding her. Buffy, get a hold of yourself woman. The girl is obviously hurt. And he's not your boyfriend anymore. No more stupid "Kill-the-Bitch" ideas allowed.
"Oh, thank goodness you guys are here!" Angelus' voice was dolled up with a weeping, melancholy tone. He made his way inside quickly and set Cordelia gently down on the couch.
"What happened?" Buffy asked coming over from the chair she was sitting in to kneel down and peer over Cordelia.
"Oh God, her cheek!" Xander cried out and cradled her face gently.
"Let me guess, demon?" Giles helpfully provided.
"Yea, really big and bad. Kicked her ass good." Angelus shook his head in weak sympathy.
Angelus turned his head to meet Buffy's face and gave her an endearing, sweet smile. Buffy could feel herself blush inside and out as she couldn't help but find herself smiling back at him.
"Hi Buffy," He whispered sensuously.
She gave a little, embarrassed laugh. "Hi"
His smile got bigger and he reached over and passionately took her hand in his while carelessly kissing her on the mouth.
He could hear everyone's gasp in the room, and especially Riley's sound of disgust. He had to hold on tight to his outburst of laughter struggling to break free. God, this was going to be a blast!
Buffy stared at him with a beyond fathom gaze and brought her hand back slowly. "What was that for?"
"Oh, right, sorry," Angelus' voice was mimicking a softness and gentleness, making Buffy forget everyone and everything. "I keep forgetting you have a boyfriend now." He gave her a little wink that sent shivers through her.
And with that he reached over again and brushed his lips across her neck, making her whole body tingle.
"HEY!!" Riley's arm shot out to yank Angelus back and glared at him with a trembling rage.
Angelus merely shrugged him off and gave an arrogant laugh. "Sorry, Opie. Looks like your boy here is the real jealous type, eh?" He grinned at Buffy.
"You wanna take it outside punk?" Riley threatened.
Angelus eyes narrowed in raging fury. "Oh, little boy, I don't think you know what you're up against here." And he stood up and came close to Riley, both of them sizing each other up.
Buffy stared at the both of them, horrifyingly shocked beyond all doubt. What is wrong with Angel?? What's wrong with me that I actually *liked* that he kissed me!? I have to stop this! "All right you two, enough! Wasn't it enough that you fought over me once already? Give it a rest! We need to focus on Cordy here!" ...focus on Cordy, focus on Cordy, focus on Cordy...
"Well why did you bring her here?" Willow questioned, casting a quick shocked look to Buffy, while trying to move on.
"Huh?" The type of question threw off Angelus.
"Why did you being her here? I mean weren't you in LA? And where's Wesley?" Willow eyed him peculiarly.
Angelus laughed nonchalantly. "God, feels like I'm on the spotlight now. What is this? An interrogation?" He smiled.
All eyes were on him as they examined him thoroughly.
Angelus felt his deadly temper blaze quickly among them before he forced it down. No. Calm down...Goddamn witch bitch! Always has to be sticking her nose into where it's going to get yanked off!!! He took an unneeded breath.
"Ok, ok, can't fool you people. Wesley stayed in LA for this one. We were here on an investigation, following Wesley's command, leading us to demon feeding ground in Sunnydale. We got in a little bit over our heads and Cordelia got the sharp end of the fight. I just thought it better if I didn't tell you what was going on." Angel looked at Buffy sadly as her eyes turned away from him.
"Well nice going Ace. Especially on Cordy's end." Xander pinned him with sparkling anger.
"Xander," Buffy quietly warned. "Angel was only doing what he thought was right."
"Right." Xander shook his head and gazed at him sardonically.
"Well we should get her to the hospital. She might need stitches." Giles kept calm as always.
"Of course." Angelus' stare bore into Buffy's as he spoke to Giles in measured tones. "Take her there then. Make sure she's kept safe and such. I'd hate for anything to have to happen to her." Angelus sniffed back his facade of tears. He stood to go.
"Where are you going?" Buffy asked, quickly standing with him.
"Aww, not to worry my sweet Buffy. I'll be fine," He came close and brushed back her hair from her face with a gentleness she had yet to known. "I'm just going home. To my mansion of course. I'll stay till Cordelia is well enough to take back to LA. So I'll be here for a little time being watching out for ya." He gave her a little, secret wink.
Buffy felt herself become warmed. Especially in one certain area. Although Angel was acting very strange she couldn't seem to get her mind focused on anything else other than his amazing face…and that smile. Oh his smile. And his eyes. What glorious, deadly eyes he had…
"So is that all right Buffy?" Giles was speaking to her.
"Huh?" She asked dazedly.
"I said is that all right if you ride with us to the hospital?"
"Yea, yea, fine, whatever..."
Angelus gave her a knowing smirk and bid her goodnight. His eyes slipped a glance at her one more time before he walked out the door, again to leave her with an unsatisfying, aching need.
"Buffy, are you all right?" Giles asked her, quite concerned.
"Yea. Fine. Actually, would everyone excuse me for a moment. I'll be right back." Buffy headed toward the door and ran out.
* * * * *
He knew without a doubt that she would most likely follow his lead. He walked toward a dark alleyway, and could keenly hear her tapping footsteps behind him. He felt his smirk grow with eager anticipation.
"Angel! Wait!" Buffy called to him as soon as she saw his form.
He turned around to shot her a melancholy, shy smile before heading into the alleyway.
Where was he going? "Angel!" She kept up the steady pace of her length of stride until she caught up to him. He was standing at the end of the short alleyway and had his back turned to her. His coat silently flapped behind him, spreading its dark, black tails about him, making him look almost like a deadly bat of some kind.
"Angel, why won't you talk to me? What's wrong?" She slowly started her decent down towards his standing form.
Come on Deary. Just a little more closer. All the better to eat you with..."What did you expect me to say Buffy?" His voice was soft and barely above a whisper. "That I'm glad to be here? That I'm glad you're fucking someone else? Is that what you wanted? God, you're naïve girl."
She felt a ping of sharpness in her chest. "I'm sorry Angel." Her voice had dropped to equal tones and she was now standing directly behind him, within arms reach.
"I bet you just loved getting fucked by that little dick, didn't you?" He whipped around to bore his cold, icy stare into her, paralyzing her and freezing her up like ice.
"Angel!" Buffy gasped. She was beyond shocked that he was acting like this. Well what do you expect when you treat him like you did... her heart called out. She hung her head in shame.
"Well what, did you expect me to be all civil about this!? That's what you think, isn't it? That I'm just some lap dog that you can fuck-over! Hell, you did!"
His fury seemed to come from no where, white-hot and melting, traveling through his body at a menacing force. Suddenly it was very important to her to make this all up to him. To make him understand that she still wanted only him. That she still would do anything for him. She desperately wanted the loving, kind gentleness back so he would forgive her and enfold her in his arms, rocking her as a mother would a child.
"No! I didn't! I don't think that! You wanted me to! You said to go out and find..." She cast him a hurtful gaze, tears breaking haste. She ran away from him, leaving away the tears and frustration. Suddenly she felt two hands grab her strongly around the waist and spin her around, pushing her back up against the alley wall. He held her hands above her head in strength and need.
"I'm sorry, that was wrong of me to say." There was the Angel she knew. Kind, gentle, patience engulfing his voice again.
She glared at him angrily. "Yea, it was, and this is wrong too, so I think you should let me go now before I kill you!"
"Buffy," Angel's voice was so soft and gentle.
This is so confusing. What is he doing to me?
"Angel, let me go!"
"Don't worry Baby, they can't see us..."
She stared at him appalled. "I don't give a shit about that! I care that you let me go!"
"Then why are you so aroused?" The voice was back again. That mocking, patronizing hint there. A glimmer of a smirk on his face.
"I'm not!" She vehemently denied "I just want you to let me go! Let go Angel!"
"No, you don't. You don't ever want me to let go of you, do you Baby?" His voice jeering at her with bitter sharpness.
The note hit a close chord as she made a small, heaved gasp. She struggled to get her hands free with a sobbing cry, trying not to have the tears come down right here. She didn't want to cry in front of him. When she couldn't get her hands free she gave an outraged disgruntled huff and whipped her head to face the other way, presenting him with her cheek. She could feel the tears cascade down her face. God damn it! Show some dignity girl! Don't let him do this to you. *Again*!! She brought her head down and slammed it back against the wall in mad frustration.
"GOD DAMN YOU ANGEL! LET ME GO! YOU PRICK!" She gave him a purely livid glare as her eyes pierced him with a fiery glow.
"Shh, Buffy, be quiet. Don't move a muscle." He gave her a powerful, determined stare. "Just stay still."
Angelus bent his head with smug satisfaction as he sucked down her tears. He idly began to lap at her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, her chin. He moved around to her earlobe where he flicked the tip inside. He breathed in a heavy breath and could acutely catch her audible gasp.
"Oh Buffy..." He sexily whispered in her ear, sighing heavily.
She quivered and moaned a little in aching lust and tired need.
He dropped down to his knees in front of her and caressingly skimmed his hands up her trembling legs to her short skirt. There they gently tugged the material up, tickling her, already making her hips begin to buck into him urgently. His lips skated across her firm, thin thighs and he nibbled on the inner, top region. When his teeth began to gently bit at her panties her eyes flickered open, her mind swamped in panic, while her body cast in a whirlpool of absolute bliss.
"No! ...Angel, don't we can't do this...remember...please God, don't..." She was struggling with her mind and body who were telling her two entirely different things.
"Well I can be quiet if you can..." He dipped back down smirking the whole way.
Buffy gasped so loud she covered her mouth. This was definitely different... He had never done this to her before. She never would have let Riley do something like this on her and when she was with Angel the first time she had been far too self-conscious to let this take place. My God, this feels like... She didn't know how to describe it, but it certainly was feeling none too less than a dream of Heaven. His arms wrapped around her securely as he ate her out like a peach. He bit and licked at her pink warmth with vigorous and wild moans of male triumph.
Buffy threw her head back against the wall as she felt her inner juices soak her thighs and cascade down her legs. She clenched her teeth and from her throat a guttural moan rose out. Angelus answered her by bending low and lapping up her liquids off her legs. They began to quiver and tremble with her gasping heaves, and her form began to sway, tilting off to one side. His one hand came up to steady her surely around the waist. Her hands went to his head and tugged him back up, urging him to release her. He came back to the source of the pain with a little moan and covered her clit with his mouth, sucking hard and fast.
"ANGELLLLL!" Buffy screamed out her pleasure and trembled in his arms.
Angelus produced a depraved, possessive snarl and forced his finger into her mouth.
"Go on, bite it." His demand was low and calm.
Buffy gazed down at him with a fascinating fear whirling in her eyes.
He smirked up at her, resting his chin cozily on her stomach. His queer smile was impelling trepidation in her mind. "Don't worry, I can handle pain Baby. I want you to do it. Go on. Do as I say."
His tone of speaking sent shivers through her. There was such a congenial sense there, but still, an uneasiness about it that resided deep in her soul, touched some place that she wanted to keep buried for all time. Suddenly, as if a whispered brush with the Grim Reaper himself, that sent a cold blast of icy sorrow through her limbs, she realized just exactly *who* was standing in front of her with a Grinch-like smirk on his face.
She slowly and deliberately took his finger out of her mouth, even though his grave warning brow said to do otherwise. She turned her head to the side and shut her eyes to his mocking glare. "Angelus," She softly called out.
"Yep, that's right Baby. I'm back."
She could hear his sardonic, wry chuckle echo through the night air.
"When did you find that out Buffy? Was it at the time when Cordelia came in with the souvenir I gave her, or perhaps when I had my tongue shoved up your pussy? Which part? And here's the suspense that everyone's just been waiting for." He raised his eyebrows at her in patronizing anticipation. "Did you even fucking care, you little whore? Just as long as you get your fuckage in for the week, right? Doesn't matter by who. Just someone with a Long John Silver and a mouth to get you off, huh?" His bitter outrage stung at her as a wasp does.
Buffy merely waved her head back and forth and whispered in denial.
"What's a matter Buffy? You gonna cry?" He provoked. "Or better yet, you gonna cry for your little Riley? Go head. Call for him."
Buffy opened her eyes and stared only to the street as she sniffled and wiped at her nose.
"Oh no!" His voice took on a jeering, horrified, almost girlish tone to it. "What's he going to say when he found out I made you come!? What then!? Your little fucktoy will be so hurt. OH NO!" He pretended to cry and whimper in a woman's voice, as his fingers furtively inched up to twist at her nipple of her one breast.
Buffy softly began to gasp and choke a little as the tears dripped off her cheeks. She covered her mouth and heaved as the tears soon threatened to become outright, raging sobs. She lividly pushed his hand off her and covered her face in her hands, straight out sobbing now with no control or desire to diminish whatsoever.
"Oh, now. Shh, shhh, shhh... There, there. It's all right. Don't cry Baby. Poor little girl." Angelus' voice still was mocking her, only now with an over-dripped sensitive, sweetness to it. He straightened himself up to a standing position. Her coddled her and put his arms around her, holding her tightly to him as he talked in an over-dramatic, babyish tone.
The vampire held the slayer in this erotic, deadly display of affection and comfort from a demon. This twisted love affair had become a nightmare fairytale of debaucheries and paradoxes beyond anyone's expectation.
Buffy made no attempt to move away from him. Even as she reasoned that the wall was behind her and he would have no qualms about beating the shit out of her now, her struggles were melting hotly as his arms wound around her in a strange sense of security and obsession. She didn't hold him back, just felt, as his hands smoothed up and down her back, and her tears drenched and expanded the silkiness of his shirt and wool of his coat.
Angelus lifted her face to cradle it in his hands and look into her wide eyes. "Aww Buffy, why did you betray me? Huh? Why did you betray Angel? I know he ain't a man enough to take care of the problem but *I* am! Now why do you make me do this? Why did you have to be such a fucking whore? HUH?!" He roughly shook her.
Buffy merely sank her head down to examine the street cracks.
"Call. Him." Angelus was prodding her gently now. "Buffy. Do not disappoint me again."
When she didn't do anything but continue to contemplate the concrete and the roughness of the street he roughly slapped her across the face.
"GO ON! WHAT?! YOU DON'T THINK HE'D WANT TO KNOW IF SOMETHING WAS WRONG! WHY NOT CALL FOR YOUR KNIGHT IN SHINING CREAM CORN!! Come on Buffy! DO IT!"
Buffy slowly came out of her catatonic state and gazed at him questionably. "Why are you doing this?" She whispered. "Why not just kill me? Why drag it out?"
Angelus gently chuckled mirthlessly. "What makes you think I want to kill you, my darling sweet? Perhaps I'll just keep you around for 50 years or so, and torture you… I haven't quite decided yet," He said while scratching his chin.
Buffy merely glared at him with pure contempt. "Riley will come and save me! The gang! They won't stand for it!" She spat in his face, full of hatred.
Angelus grabbed her up and demanded her at attention. "OH YEA? You think so?! Well, we shall see about that!"
Angelus merely stood watching her for several intense moments. Suddenly he growled in bitterness and animosity.
"GOD DAMN IT TO HELL! I was going to practice being Angel really good and say 'I love you,' seeing if I could do it without laughing in your face. I can't do it now! I even had a line of poetry that I was going to read and shit. God damn it!! Well I guess that's off the menu. Son of a bitch! It's all about you, isn't it Buffy!?" He glared down at her in spite. "You and *your* feelings. You and you're stupid pathetic little needs. Well what about me, Buff? Ever think about other people for a change!? NO!! And you know why? Cause you're a fucking brat, that's why! And I'm going to teach you a lesson, little brat." He began to try and struggle with her, holding onto her. "You, little girl, are going to learn the hard way that you're not the *only* one in this world with fancies and desires, ya know. We all have to compensate! What makes you so special! HUH!? FUCKING SLUT!"
He hit her with a force that smacked her head against the brick wall with solid and firm contact. His fist flew at her with such speed and force she was on the ground, knocked out unconscious before she even knew what hit her. He gently picked her up and carried her to his car, whistling "What a Wonderful World"
Cordelia slowly aroused herself from the stiff, thin pillow. The IV that was stuck in her one arm hurt like hell as it bruised her tender arm, and immobilized her from turning over. The extremely loud, extremely annoying overhead voice cackled on the speaker.
"Doctor Kimble, please call line one. Dr. Kimble, line one."
As Cordelia tried to idly make sense of where she was her eyes were forced to face the harsh, yellow brightness of the neon lights as they seemed to forebear her fate as they scowled down at her helpless form. I must be in the hospital... Her brain suddenly flashed a frightening image of Angelus' face right next to her as he snarled at her. As her perception became more daring she made out the form of Xander asleep on the chair, bunching his coat and using it as a pillow. He was snoring just a little. She moaned in aching pain as she tried to sit up.
Xander slowly roused himself as he heard a noise and saw Cordelia struggling to sit up.
"Cordelia," He struggled to hop out of the chair, but his one foot had fallen asleep and was making walking difficult for him. He limped over to her grief-stricken state. "Are you ok?" He asked when he finally got over to the bed.
"Where's Angelus?" Were the first words out of her mouth.
"Angelus?" Xander perplexed face answered her cries. "You mean Angel?..."
"No! I know what I'm talking about!" Her state was becoming more and more wild. "Now where is he! I have to warn Buffy!" She struggled to move off the bed, but was held back by Xander's gentle, yet firm embrace.
"Shh, shh, whoa there Cordy. You had a trauma to the head, ok? You aren't thinking straight... Now just calm down and we can----"
"NO!" She nearly shoved him to the ground. "DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE I'M AN IDIOT! I'M TELLING YOU HE'S BACK GOD DAMN IT! HE TRIED TO KILL ME! THE BASTARD IS BACK AND HE'S GOING TO TRY TO KILL ALL OF YOU! NOW YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO ME!!!---"
"What in God's name is going on here?" The nurse rushed in as she heard the screams down the hall.
"I don't know... I think she's hysterical..." Xander shook his head in distress.
"Xander! What's wrong!" Giles came running in with Willow.
"I'll get the doctor! The nurse hurried out of the room.
"PLEASE! Giles, Will, Xander, you all have to listen to me." Cordelia's voice turned into a desperate plea.
"All right Cordelia. We'll listen. Just take it easy, ok?" Giles inched his way over to her slowly, as if approaching a wild animal. When he reached the bed she clung on to his arm and held fast.
"I'm trying to tell you that Angelus, the Scourge of Europe, is *back* in Sunnydale! And probably right at this moment devising a plan for our eternal damnation. Which is not good!"
"But Cordy, *he* was the one that brought you to us last night." Willow tried to argue.
"Call Buffy! Please! Just make sure she's ok!" Cordelia pleaded with all of them with the panic in her eyes.
The remaining party exchanged doubtful looks with each other when finally Xander slowly went down the hall to the payphone.
Giles sighed tiredly as he plopped down into the chair. My God, if Angelus is back... NO! He didn't even want to *think* about it.
The minutes trudged by in silence as they waited for Xander to return. Peace settled into Giles' mind as he relaxed into the illusion that everything was as it should be. Buffy was asleep, safe and sound in her bed.
But as soon as Xander pounded into the room with sheer dread echoing in his footsteps Giles fell into a wave of familiar despair that he was hoping to never fall into again. The despair of losing Buffy, just like Jenny... All because of *one* demon. And it had a name. And its name was--
"Buffy! She's gone!" Xander heaved out. "I just called Riley and he said she never came by his dorms and he already checked her room and she wasn't there. He was hoping that we would know where she was…"
"I TOLD YOU!" Cordelia burst out in accusation.
"All right, this is bad! I'm thinking if Angelus is back…well, this is just way BAD!" Willow's worried face looked to Giles.
Giles sighed and took off his glasses to rub his face his agony. "All right, let's not panic. We have to just--"
"JUST WHAT!? I MEAN THIS IS *ANGELUS*! MY GOD! WE'RE SOOO FUCKED!" Cordelia wailed.
"CORDEILA!" Xander admonished for the sake of his sanity.
"All right," Willow began to think about this from an objective point of view. "Angelus is back, but why would he travel all this way to Sunnydale?? Why not just leave and live the demon high life up in Vegas or something?? I mean why risk it!? What is just *so* fascinating about the Hellmouth! HUH!? I tell ya I've lived here all my life and I don't find if fun at all!"
"Yea, but Will, you aren't a demon thingy." Cordelia pointed out. "You don't like have horns and go around plotting the world's destruction, growling and drooling at the old ladies. You don't wear stupid, unfashionable clothes..." Cordelia stopped and seemed to rethink her statement. "Well actually..." She started.
"HEY!" Willow cried in defense.
"And let's remember that Angelus *does* wear fashionable clothes...I mean if you find the whole stupid leather and silk thing sexy." Xander snorted in jealousy. If only I could pull that off without women running away in fear and disgust... But who was he kidding? There were only so many males in the world that could pull of wearing leather and look damn good. And he certainly wasn't one of them.
"All right, if we could steer this conversation back on course... I imagine Willow's point has something to do with Buffy. Especially since she's missing. I'm figuring that Angelus has a definite need to 'own' Buffy, or possess her if you will, with thoughts of him. It's a thrill ride, or power trip for him." Giles explained.
"The bastard." Xander mumbled.
"You don't think it could have anything to do with the fact that maybe deep down he truly loves her??" Willow's voice was almost scarcely heard.
"WILLIOW!" Xander was stunned. "Come on! This demon doesn't even have a damn heart! Don't be ridiculous!"
Willow dropped her head to look to the floor. "I know. But I was just saying..." Her voice seemed shy and timid.
Both Cordelia and Xander's faces were stamped with pure incredulous mockery.
"Uh Willow," Giles started gently. "As much as I think it's a ligament conclusion to draw I don't think that's the case. Demons are not capable of love as humans are. They don't have the drive for it or power for it."
"Well whatever we do we better do it fast. Something tells me this time around Buffy won't be as strong as she was last time, nor Angelus as forgiving."
* * * * *
Buffy slowly came to by the soft, tender touch of silken fingers massaging her face and neck, arousing her senses. She lifted her lids to catch Angel's face looming down over her. Angel...?? What is he doing here... Her memories hit her like a bullet. Angelus. This was Angelus. Oh God help her. She was in for some major scary torture.
But instead of seeing animosity and malignity as she anticipated, she beheld a face void of all emotion. He watched her passively, insidiously detaching and eluding himself from the throbbing lust and agitating, burning fire in his groin. For now.
Buffy shifted her eyes quickly, examining where she was. Of course. The mansion. How like Angelus to drag her to his big, manly den to rape her and torture her before killing her brutally. She felt the slight chill on her skin and gasped as she realized she was only clad in her bra and underwear. Her head shot up to give him a malicious scowl.
"Ahhh, come on now lover. No point being modest now. I've seen, as well as tasted, the best of all your charming assets. As I intend to do more of." His wicked grin and glittering wink left her without a comeback.
She attempted to wiggle her up-stretched arms over her head but found it futile, for she could feel the chains held tight.
"If you're trying to escape lover, I wouldn't bother. I have you so bound to this bed you won't be squirming that ass of yours in sexual flirtation for quite a while. So you might as well just relax."
"Please Angelus, don't do this." She pleaded.
"Aww, lover, not to worry. It won't be that bad, I promise. Just a few scars really. Ya know, you might even enjoy it baby. In fact I'll make *sure* you do." With that he leaned down to snuggle against her neck as she gasped and he let out a little grumble in his throat. His tongue slithered out and brushed across her sensitive skin, caressing it till she was moaning out her unbidden pleasure.
She fought within herself to shut her neck off from his licentiousness and wicked wetness. Her breath was pouring rapidly from her lips as her desire drenched her with sweat, as she could all but form a single, coherent thought. She forced her head to turn away from his stroking, groaning roughly through clenched teeth.
Angelus merely smirked and crept onto Buffy like a feline, straddling her hips with a purr of male triumph. He rubbed his hardness against her softness, reveling in the yelped mewl it earned him. He bent down and lightly nibbled at her earlobe, sucking it a little.
"Baby," he purred seductively in her shell ear, "How do you feel right now? Are you enjoying me on top of you?" He bucked his hips into her just a tad.
She clamped down a screamed that rose up in her throat and vehemently shook her head, denying it.
"You wouldn't be lying, now would you babe?" Angelus' tone had become slightly hardened.
"I'm not lying! I hate you!" She spat.
"Well then. This isn't going to work, is it?" He slid off her with great ease and strode over to the table to where a huge 4" Bible lay. He picked it up, examining it before looking over to her and speaking.
"Buffy." He waited for her to look at him. "Buffy," He gently called to her.
She finally turned her head to incline him.
"You know what the good book says about sinners baby? Do you know what it says about temptation? Let's just take a look and see shall we? See what God says about what your punishment should be..."
He dragged a chair over toward the side of the bed and sat down close to her, casually crossing one leg over the other, placing the book gently on his lap. He opened the book and flipped through the pages idly, skimming the pages, until stopping, gazing up through his dark, thick lashes and sinfully grinning. Buffy shuttered. Even now, even though she knew what his intentions were as she saw the pure evil wickedness flickering in his darkened eyes, knew that she wasn't going to escape unscathed, she longed for him, ached to have him near her always. Her monstrous heart yearned for him to claim her as his, to punish her for her lack of fidelity. She was sick, that's what she was. He began to read to her, as a father would his own daughter, his voice sounding strangely comforting and affectionate. Her fears were oddly put at rest... For the moment. His smooth, silky tone cleansed over her skin, massaging her inner most secret places. She closed her eyes and let her mind swim in his sexy, serene tone.
"I know you're not much one for religion. Neither am I. However, people do say that when in despair turn to the good book, so let's just see what all the fuss is about, shall we? Ahh, here we are. The Fall of Man from the Book of Genesis. I find it fascinating that *Eve*, the *woman* tempts and fucks poor Adam over, don't you? I mean the guy was just trying to do what was right and here comes Miss Charming Seduction and Beguile and gets him to betray *God* for Christ sake! Women. I tell you! You will all be the fall of man!"
Buffy opened her eyes. "No, it was the serpent. It tricked them both."
Angelus smiled. "Ahh, clever girl. But you fail to realize that the serpent *only* tricks *Eve*. She's the only one that's dumb enough to believe it. Not Adam."
"Well he's dumb enough to believe *her* then!"
"And why shouldn't he?!" Angelus eyes widened in defense. "She has done nothing before to give him mistrust of her. Except now... She does a horrible, damaging mistake that casts *both* of them out of the Garden of Eden. Both have to suffer. I ask you, is that fair? I think it is the woman who should rightfully suffer under God's affliction. Not man. What has he done yet taken the advice of the one he loved?"
"It's a story of imperfection." Buffy tried to argue, not liking where this was going. "Humans are not perfect Angelus. They make mistakes. God forgave Adam--"
"THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT LOVER!!!" He shot up out of the chair and all but slapped her, flinging his arms about in pure, vile scorn. "ADAM HAD TO SUFFER BECAUSE OF THAT BITCH, EVE! Don't you understand!? Women are dangerous, blood-burning creatures straight from Hell, out to demise men's futures on their own greedy and selfish needs and feelings! And that's what you did to me *lover*! You banished me from the Garden of Eden because of your own little, pathetic choices. And you *will* be punished! It's God's will."
"You're mad!" She screamed.
"Maybe so, but at least I'm honest. Which is more than I can say for you, whore. Here, let's read on shall we? I really want you to understand exactly why I'm punishing you before we get to that good stuff." He picked up the fallen book off the floor and sat down again. "Ahh, lookie here. The Ten Commandments."
Buffy sighed inwardly, her very soul quivering in absolute hysteria. He was going to insist and cause her to believe that she actually *deserved* all the punishment he gave her before he truly dished it out. Clever. Very clever. Good God, he could possibly even succeed. She already felt her mind shifting into feeling as if she was an evil, bad girl... ...God forgive me.
"This is my favorite one right here. 'Thou shall not covet your neighbor's house. Thou shall not covet your neighbor's wife, nor his male or female slave, nor his ox or ass, nor anything else that belongs to him.' Oh, and this one. 'Thou shall not commit adultery.' Those are my two favorites. It just gets me right here." He pointed to his non-existing heart and started to sniff "How about you baby? Do you think they make a statement or what?"
"How about the one 'Thou shall not kill.'?" She vibrantly claimed through clenched teeth.
"Ahh," He threw up his hands in an unconcerned act. "That one just sucks. I mean, come on. Let's be realistic. Do you really think that just 'talking things out' with people will help? Especially people like Jeffery Domar or Ted Bundy? Come on, people want revenge. Always have, always will. Nothing will change that. Being vampire, human or something else, vengeance is the *only* thing we understand best. It's the cure for all pain."
"I don't believe it. It's not true."
"You're so naïve Buff." He barked bitterly. "But enough of this crap," His soft, calm tone was back with a hint of mockery. "It's time to move on to the fun stuff! Your punishment." His eyes sparkled with dark delight. He suddenly grumbled low in his throat, the sound becoming louder and louder until a huge roar rose from his form as he hurled the book out the glass window, shattering it with wicked sin. He started to howl with laughter. "Never did believe in all that bull-shit religion."
Buffy squirmed and started to whimper as he brought over a leather whip, delicate and beautiful in the making.
"Now. Stay still baby. Cause this is *really* going to hurt..." He brutally brought the whip down on her hip, smacking it with a blow enough to cause anyone to screech out in utter agony.
Buffy bit her lip so severely she could feel the warm, tangy liquid fill her mouth. She was franticly trying to keep from crying out. Somehow she knew that if she were to weep he would only be rougher with her.
He stamped both her hips and the sides of her backend with bruising, sweltering blisters, each having their own turmoil effect. He moved on to her legs, branding and marring them equally. He pounded and hammered down on her petite body with an evil apathy, his sweet and gentle manner gone.
Buffy felt her lips began to quiver relentlessly under her sharp teeth. She could feel her whole body start to heave and convulse as she tried to wildly keep back her sobs. She felt the traitorous whimpers form in the back of her throat, softly coming forth. They grew in record time and all too soon she was blubbering out through her trembling mouth.
Angelus cruelly snickered. "Oh, don't hold back for my sake baby! You should learn to express your feelings. Sometimes they're the most valuable tools we have."
Somehow, with that little permission spoken her soul was bawling, shirking out all its frustration, all its laments, all its suffering, it was all draining out in front of her so-called enemy now. Angel and her making sweet love, only to have their relationship torn apart, her sending her poor lover to Hell, him returning to her, Angel leaving her in the end anyway, her infidelity to him…
"That's right Lover," He purred softly, comforting her again, edging her on. "Just let it al-l out baby. I can take it. Give your pain to me. Give yourself to me...let yourself be owned by me..." He groaned out an answering sexy growl at her forlorn moan.
"Did you love him!!!" His harsh tone snapping back. "Huh?! WHORE! ANSWER ME! Did you fucking love your Knight of Shining Cream Corn! Did you love getting fucked by him!! BITCH!"
"Noooo!!" She sobbed through her wails.
"LIAR! GOD, YOU SLUT!" He roared in pure rage. "YOU MURDEROUS, BACK-STABBING BITCH!!" His blows were becoming more and more powerful and fierce. She was almost losing conscious from the intensity of them.
"Angelus, please!" She howled through her staining tears.
"YOU NEED ME DON'T YOU?! SAY IT! SAY YOU NEED ME! SAY IT BUFF! YOU WANT ME!"
Buffy attempted to shake her tired head but before she could even swing it into motion Angelus leapt onto her beyond battered body, yet tenderly skimmed his fingers along her boiling cuts and scrapes. His soft, cool skin coming into contact with her hot, aching sores gave some relief to her. She heaved out a tiny whimper, the last of her cries.
"It's all right darling. I forgive you...somewhat... We'll talk about it later... But we shall not forgive that Corn-dick must we?" Buffy tried to passionately shake her head, but Angelus stopped her quickly, grabbing hold of her chin and kissing her mouth gently. "I knew you would agree, my dear." He lifted himself off of her carefully. "Now," He bent down to her level and touched her cheek. "You be good while I'm gone and just try to keep those sexual thoughts on me, but keep them in check a little, baby. After all, it wouldn't be proper for me to come back to find you leaking like a faucet. We'll entertain them as soon as I get back though. And that's a promise." He kissed her again, sliding his tongue forcefully into her mouth, mating with her erotically.
He went to get his coat, leaving her breathless and quite in a state of panic.
"No Angelus, please don't." She knew full well where he was off to. "Don't kill Riley. Please..." She began to whimper again.
He stopped to stare at her through icy, embittered glazed-over eyes. His venomous, hostile glare went unmoved and full of deadly silence until she shuttered in absolute dread from the thickness of it. He slowly strode over to her and struck her powerfully across the face, the hate in the slap making Buffy cry again.
"For that *dear* lover, I'm going to prolong it even more for him. And for you. This is going to be a night long remembered for both of us..."
And with that he walked away, slamming the door behind him and leaving her in total darkness, her whimpers the only thing to keep her company.
* * * * * * * * * *
The Need To Win
When an archer is shooting for nothing
He has all his skill
If he shoots for a brass buckle
He is already nervous
If he shoots for a prize of gold
He goes blind
Or sees two targets---
He is out of his mind!
His skill has not changed. But the prize
Divides him. He cares.
He thinks more of winning
Than of shooting---
And the need to win
Drains him of power.
Poem by Chuang Tzu
He had chosen his target and now was latched onto it with a desire that went beyond all obsession. Beyond all avarice. Beyond all suffering. It was far worse. Betrayal. Betrayal by *his* own Buffy to be with this--this little maggot. This mucus membrane. All his thoughts, emotions, and movements fell into tune with his aim, walking to his dorm, this boy that gnawed at him with an infuriating, unsatisfying appetite. His dark, wrathful eyes penetrated through the youth crowd, mercilessly craving to see this insect beg and cry for his mommy.
He watched as Riley made his way to the dorm building. He followed him with silky strides and unhurried movements. No need to rush the pleasures in life... But he needed to get to him before Riley slipped into his blissful, safe dreamland. Those damn dorms were tricky little bastards. Not letting the uninvited in… Bummer.
Angelus let his tongue creep out of his mouth, licking his upper lip as he observed. He was close now. Merely walking 5 ft behind the boy he could have easily leapt out and attacked. No...not just yet... He steadied himself behind him, following him for several more agonizing minutes. Finally, when he felt his anger boiling white-hot to the breaking point, he crept up and wrapped his arms around him before pulling him into a near-by alley.
Angelus hoisted him up to his level and stabbed at him with a lethal, paralyzing gaze.
"What made you think that you could touch her?" He kept his voice low and soft, a seductive whisper tantalizing and tickling at Riley's lobes. "What made you think you could fuck her you little shit! All of her, her mind, her *very* soul, belongs to me, and only me. What made you fucking think you were going to compromise this??"
Angelus pierced him with a purely bloodthirsty glare and let escape an animalistic, on-going, growl.
As the boy struggled in Angelus' strong, steel-like arms and began to let out gasping choked breaths as Angelus squeezed his little, pudgy neck in his slim, firm fingers. Suddenly without warning Angelus released Riley's neck and let him slip to the ground gagging and gulping for precious breath before crushing his heel against Riley's poor, abused neck-bone.
"You should learn to keep your hands off other peoples toys! Why the fuck would you want her anyway? She's second-hand used man. She's already been broken through so why the hell do you want her? Would you want someone else toothbrush? Man, I don't know… Just doesn't make sense to me. A man just does not take stuff that doesn't belong to him. It's a very simple moral to follow. Very decent and direct. If you were man enough to follow this rule you wouldn't find yourself in these situations that are going to end up getting you hurt one of these days...like right now.”
Angelus let his lethal, burning glare run over Riley's face before continuing his little speech. Very much to his itching annoyance the little fuck actually had the nerve to start to pass out! Riley's eyelids began to flutter closed at his head began to sag down to his chest. GOD DAMN IT TO HELL! On *my* time too! That's what the problem was with these kids today. No discipline whatsoever. Angelus gave a disgruntled huff and bent down to pick up the boy roughly. He gave him a demanding harsh shake that would leave even the strongest man crippled and snapped voraciously,
“What the fuck is your problem?? You little fucking shit! You are certainly not racking up any points for time off your slow, agonizing death! In fact, if anything, you're pissing me off even more! And that's just fucking stupid! But, well, I guess maybe you are truly a dumb-ass.”
Riley painfully lifted his head and groaned out as it felt like his neck was about to break in half. He eyed Angelus with as much disrespect as he could psychically muster.
”That's better. Now. As I was saying, you need to learn some manners boy. That's what I was taught by my 'wonderful' father...even though I did kill him in the end… Well no matter. I can teach you manners easily You ever hear that expression, 'An eye for an eye?'” Angelus' face gleamed wickedly in the tiny crystal of moonlight that was shining.
Riley's eyes widened in absolute terror.
”Wonder if that form of punishment ever worked…” Angelus massaged under his chin with his hand while simpering maliciously. “Well, might as well test it out. I'm always one for new experiences. Can't get enough of them actually.”
He took one of Riley's fingers, examining it gently and thoroughly before suddenly shifting his dead eyes up to Riley. “Is this the finger you used to touch her?” He whispered, almost seductively. “Is this the one little finger that got her precious juices all over it? The one that fucked her into orgasm? Hmm? ANSWER ME!” He suddenly shouted, his rage blasting through his form like a deadly ball of fire.
Not waiting for an answer Angelus took the tender digit in his hand before he crushed it, watching with wicked glee as the white bone burst through the delicate flesh, and the hot, red blood spurted out along with it. He felt Riley's bone pieces pierce his own skin and hissed in annoyance, but it was insignificant compared to the sound of Riley's full-blown, murderous scream of pain and fear all at once. Angelus reveled in the sound of it. He let go of the beyond-repairable finger and grabbed his whole hand instead.
”Or perhaps it was this entire hand that fucked her, eh? YOU SON OF A BITCH!” He again squeezed with no mercy as Riley howled and wailed helplessly. Riley tried desperately to kick at him but Angelus merely lifted him off the ground and held him at safe distance away from him as he smashed his inner muscles and bones.
Finally deciding to switch to a new torture he threw the boy down in a heap, repulsed.
”Hey man, don't tell me you're going out on me already. We haven't even gotten to the really good parts yet.” Angelus kneeled to peer at the sorry sight.
All that answered was a whimpering, tiny cry.
Angelus shook his head slowly and clicked his tongue. ”*Tsk-tsk* Christ, can't you even *try* to go out as a man? I mean this is just truly pathetic.” He slid his fingers through his greasy blonde hair and hoisted him up to look at him in the face. “And I bet you rubbed this greasy head of filth all over Buffy's incredible body, didn't you?” Angelus yanked out a clump as Riley kicked and fought with everything inside him that was left. Angelus yanked another handful, and another, and another, until Riley's blonde hair was turning into a bloody, bald piece of naked skin. Riley hollered inside his soul, praying to his God to stop this, to let this creature burn, and drown in his own sin for all time. This wasn't torture, this was beyond any wicked evil Riley had ever known, beyond any terror he trained for...
Angelus, being the creature that he was, was only starting to have fun, and continued this endless, immoral tactic of assault. The only sign that anything had heard Riley's wails were the flickering of the street lamps near by. Angelus reached down into Riley's throat, causing him to choke some more. All his vampire senses were acute and pitched to their keenest they'd been in a while. All his rage, all his passion, everything he ever wanted, desired, dreamed, dreaded; they were all strangely being put into torturing this boy beneath him. With a vicious roar he spat out,
”AND I BET YOU FUCKED HER WITH THIS TONGUE DIDN'T YOU?!?!?!” He didn't give it a second thought as Riley's tongue was ripped out of his mouth and thrown deeper into the alleyway. “Oooh, sucks to be you. You can't even tell anyone about this little traumatic experience now, can you?” He bitterly chuckled.
Riley faintly gasped as he brought his still intact hand up to cover his mouth that was gushing blood.
”Yes, my boy, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking 'Who would I tell anyway if you're going to kill me?' But you see, that's what you *expected* the whole time, didn't you? You thought I was going to break your neck or suck you dry or whatever. And honestly, I thought I was too. I was *very* tempted, I won't lie. However, things have changed. You see, I hate doing what's expected of me. Always have, always will. Expecting things is such a fucking boring-ass way to live your life. I like to surprise the shit out of people.” He grinned sadistically. “And anyway, Buffy asked me not to kill you, so as not to disrespect her, being as how she is the love of my un-life and all that, I have to respect that, you know? So I just thought of something better, that's all. I'll just leave you as a freak. You'll just *wish* I killed you boy! Hell, I don't think you're getting laid again though. You look pretty shitty right now, I got to tell ya. Being as how you're going to have your eyes popped out here in a minute.”
Waiting for Riley's muffled cry of protest Angelus merely nodded nonchalantly.
”Yes, I'm afraid so, my boy. Those are the eyes, after all, that looked at *my* Slayer so sorry pal. Fair is fair. Now hold still...”
Riley's last vision of the world was merely a vampire's slender, firm fingers coming toward his eyes with a menacing growl before there was nothing but the sounds coming from his beyond-agonizing mouth, as he cried, and wicked laughter. Then a sinful, soft voice in his ear.
”You know I might have been wrong about you not dying. After all, here you are in an alleyway bleeding quite badly, and no one's to know... Hmm... Could turn out badly for you...”
And that was the last thing Riley Finn heard that night before losing consciousness.
* * * * *
"Ahhh, nothing like a good days work and a nice fuck afterwards." Angelus' form slowly came into focus as Buffy opened her eyes and squinted up at him. As she continued to examine him she could see his clothes were clearly full of blood and his hands were drenched in the red-awful sin.
”GOD DAMN YOU! WHAT DID YOU DO TO RILEY??” Buffy shouted, horrified.
”Relax lover,” He whispered soothingly, as he took off his coat and shirt all in one motion and slid coyly up beside her to stroke her cheek softly. “Riley got what he deserved. Trust me.” He chuckled impishly.
”YOU SONOFABITCH!! YOU KILLED HIM, DIDN'T YOU??? I HATE YOU, DO YOU HEAR ME!!?? I FUCKING HATE YOU!” She tried desperately not to think of his cold, marble chest in contrast with her flaming body. She could feel his erect nipples rubbing hers through her thin, lacy bra, and tried to push it out of her mind.
”Hmm, somehow I don't really think that's true Buff. Let's just see how much you *truly* hate me after I'm done with you...”
"NOO! GOD, YOU BASTARD! GET AWAY FROM ME!" Buffy strained roughly in the chains, rattling them against the bed. She whimpered and cried out in frustration and pain.
”Shhhhh Baby, shh,” Angelus bent down to her neck and started to nibble his way to her tender lobes. He sucked one gently into his mouth while sensuously breathing out, “No more tears Buffy. Really. I'm done hurting you...for now. All I want to do is pleasure you. I promise I won't be making you cry this time.” He slowly eased up to gaze at her shocked face before giving her a sexy wink.
She gave a long, tiring sniffle before holding back a watery cry. Everything Buffy had ever known was a lie. She thought good and evil were always distinguished, even lines, fought by valiant slayers, with a Scooby Gang, and a soulful vampire to ease her pain the nights that she couldn't take it on her own. She believed she was a good person but here she was about to fuck a vampire who had been to Hell and back, tortured and more than likely probably killed Riley, hurt Cordelia...wait, was that an actual crime??...ok, so she could put that on the maybe list. She didn't know what was real anymore. Her world was a sea of constant eradication and the waves held no comfort or forgiveness. Their icy cold spray stung at her face, the bitter saltiness of the deep blue condemning her for all time. She felt herself stand on the water's edge, having no one there to pull her back, no one that cared, no one who understood her sorrow.
And then Angelus was there, caressing her breasts, touching her whole body, shrinking all her aches and pains with his big, soft hands, massaging them away, magically somehow. He soothed her shell-like ear with his foolish, sweet whispered words of love and worship, holding her so tightly, so possessively, yet at the same time, so devotedly, so tenderly. No one could make her feel what he made her feel. No one. She was damned to be his, as he was damned to be hers, scorched and nulled by each other, a cruel irony sniping all their emotions in one big barrel of loses.
Buffy closed her eyes and let herself sink deep into the abyss of the dark, black waters, never wanting to come back. Even if cable showed a cameo of Tom Cruises' butt-naked ass for an hour, and the camera pivoted to the front to show the wondrous other side of him. No, she was here to stay. She was through.
Angelus was softly licking and lapping at her beautiful neck. “Ah, ah, ah Buffy. None of that now. You can't be doing that sort of thing. Wouldn't be fair...” He softly scolded. He inched down towards her lower lips of fiery heat, not passing up any asset she was bearing unwilling to his insatiable gaze. He nibbled at her breasts, giving her a hesitation of a warm, tingly feeling in-between her legs. She bucked up to him a little which he merely sunk his head down in the midst of her mounds and sacredly listened to her flickering heartbeat. He moaned and kissed the spot compassionately and fondly, settling his head there for just a minute or two, occasionally slithering his wet tongue out to tickle her nipple. He moved down towards her inner heat and licked his lips as he gave her a sinful grin.
"Time for me to do an all you can eat buff...et" He chuckled softly, while smiling sardonically. "Get it lover? Let me see if I can get you screaming your desires out and stop feeling all sorry for yourself, like a cry-baby!" He eased his face to her core, purring gently.
He started painfully slow, darting his tongue all around her sensitive spots, holding her hips excruciating still, even as her legs frantically flapped about and she groaned through clenched teeth. He softly kissed her most secret places, causing his delicate hair strands to nuzzle her clit gently, urging her over the edge. Her breathing came out sporadically, gasping and heaving as she could feel the clenching tightness begin to spiral out of control.
”Oh...Angelus...AngelusAngelusAngelus...”
He swiftly sat up, lunging for the keys off the desk and unlocking her chains, hoisting her up against his naked, cool chest. She could feel his steel-like penis in his pants push up, nudging her dripping wetness as she straddled him helplessly.
Angelus pulled back her head gently.
”Buffy, look at me darling.” He sensuously whispered.
She stared up at him, mesmerized.
”I don't *ever* want you to feel like a pathetic, helpless being. You're better than that my dear. Nothing is clear to you anymore is it?”
Buffy mewled, embarrassed as the tears poured down her cheeks. She shook her head.
”Shh, shhh, there there Baby.” He cradled her head upon his chest, causing her to hide her tears, which she was incredibly grateful. For once she did not to have to stand and face everything alone...
”You're going to be better than anyone you ever knew before my dear. Do you understand me?” Angelus looked deeply into her eyes, his grave black ones only reflecting herself.
”Yes...” She called out gently.
Before Buffy could object Angelus threw her back on the bed, following her downfall and moved to her ear, tenderly licking.
”This is my love and gift to you Buffy. You have me forever. And that's a promise.” He bit possessively, but tenderly as possible with a fierce growl into her wonderful neck. Buffy screamed and came utterly hard as she was filled with a white-hot light passing threw her entire body, all the way down to her toes. She could feel it pass threw Angelus as well. He withdrew his fangs shuttering violently while giving a manly roar. He unzipped his pants and took out his long penis, slicing it with his fingernail, before taking her face in his palms and kissing her gently while bringing her lips to his manhood and having her suck on it gently. Her gentle sucks soon became hard and fast as her body fell in tune with the pounding of his blood and craved for more and more. His body slammed into her as he moaned in pain. Faster and faster she sucked, grunting and making vicious attempts when Angelus tried to pull her off. She had to have more blood. It was life… It was suddenly all too much for Buffy as she soon began to feel as though she were falling into a giant abyss, losing all ground. She screamed for Angelus, fighting with all she had, until she could feel his arms fall amidst her, smothering her, protecting her, as he talked lovingly in her ear not to worry. Everything would be all right. She felt tired as all Hell right before falling into a dark, peaceful sleep. Her last thought was of Angelus.
* * * * *
Giles and the rest of the gang scurried up to the mansion with every kind of weapon clenched in their sweaty palms.
”Giles, are you sure about this? I mean if Buffy had a hard time beating this fucked-up dude what chance do we have?” Xander questioned.
”Maybe if he hasn't already killed her she'll be in tact to fight! Come on, hurry up now!”
”Giles, with our luck he's probably got a whole vampire army waiting for us there!” Willow stated.
”Think positive Babe” Oz comforted his girlfriend.
"Come on! Hurry up! This way!" Giles prodded impatiently.
* * * * *
"Howdy lover, ready to have some fun?" Angelus whispered to the blonde in his bed.
As Buffy slowly opened her eyes she grinned at him evilly...
The End