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On Our Way
DISCLAIMER: Not mine.
TIMELINE: A few months after This Time Around.
RATING: This part PG13. Total NC17.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Thanks to Salina for the beta.
SUMMARY: Angel and Buffy continue their relationships
with the usual supernatural ups and downs.
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Despite Buffy's concerns, the next few months went
smoothly. Well, except for the repercussions of Angel
releasing Billy, confrontations with Gunn and Fred's
past, Dawn's Halloween date with death, the Sunnydale
musical extravaganza, and a dozen other demon
problems.
Dawn, Willow and Tara had fallen into an easy rhythm
of attending school while Buffy worked at the Expresso
Pump and slayed. Giles continued running the Magic
Box. Xander and Anya had announced their engagement
and were making plans for a big summer wedding. Angel
came down to Sunnydale whenever he could and Buffy
went to Los Angeles when she got the chance. The Los
Angeles gang was getting along fine. Fred had come
out of her shell and started dating Gunn. Cordelia,
Wesley, and Lorne were also doing well. Before anyone
knew it, it was New Year's Eve and Buffy had used her
feminine wiles to convince Angel to hold a party at
the hotel.
Buffy sat on Angel's lap sipping from a champagne
glass as she watched Fred, Tara, and Cordelia play
Twister. She, of course, had been disqualified due to
her supernatural flexibility but she didn't mind
because she was perfectly content where she was.
"Buffy," Dawn called from over by the CD player. "Have
you seen my Red Hot Chili Peppers CD? Peppers," she
said again, popping the "p". "Peppers."
"Spike," Buffy shouted. "Did you give Dawn
champagne?"
"Nuuuuh uh," the bleach blonde obviously lied from his
position on the stairs; his vowels drawn out and
slurred because he was quite drunk himself.
"Dawn, sit down and drink some water," she scolded
half heartedly, knowing she should care more about her
little sister getting drunk but everyone was having
fun, and no real harm done so she just grabbed the
half empty champagne bottle from the floor and
refilled her own glass.
"Hey Angel," Willow called. "Is Dick Clark a
vampire?"
"No, but I heard he sends sacrifices to Leaoenes
demons which is why he looks so young."
"Hey Giles, maybe you should look into that," Anya
suggested.
"I do not look old," Giles protested, leaning against
Wesley, who was leaning against Gunn in their
intoxicated states. "I am young and..." The girls
playing Twister fell to the ground in an entangled
pile with loud shrieks and giggles interrupting the
beginning of Gile's tirade.
"Hey guys, quiet down," Angel said, more sober than
everyone else, his many years allowing him to hold his
liquor better than the others. "It's almost
midnight." On the television, Dick Clark began
counting down.
"10...9...8..."
"7...6...5...4..." the crowd in the Hyperion joined
in. "3...2...1. HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!" The friends
hugged, and couples kissed as they welcomed in the
start of the year.
"Happy new year, Buffy," Angel said, pulling his
girlfriend into his arms giving her a tender kiss.
"I'm glad we get to start this year together. That we
get to be together." Buffy echoed his sentiments then
kissed him again. Xander grabbed a fork off the empty
plate of cocktail weenies and tapped it against his
glass.
"I'd like to propose a toast," he declared. "To
surviving another year. To kicking demon ass with
style, and witty banter." Everyone clinked their
glasses and downed the champagne.
Part 2
Two hours later, Angel assisted his extremely tipsy
Slayer up the stairs; thanking the PTB that no one had
attacked them tonight because every single occupant of
the hotel was drunk as a skunk. He helped Buffy into
his room and pulled her shirt off.
"Ooooo, Angel's getting frisky," Buffy said wrapping
her arms around her boyfriend.
"No," he said pulling away, "I'm trying to get you
into your pajamas so you can start sleeping off what
I'm sure is going to be a massive hangover." He held
out her pajama top and she threw it on the bed.
"Come on, honey, ya know you wanna." She reached
between his legs, cupping and massaging him through
his pants.
"Buffy," he said warningly.
"No protests. What Buffy wants, Buffy gets." She
pushed him until the back of his knees hit the bed and
he fell into a horizontal position. She pulled off
his sweater then climbed on top of his bare chest,
licking and nipping her way to his neck to the little
spot on his jugular that she knew drove him wild.
Just as she predicted he gave into her desire flipping
them so that he was on top. He quickly undid her bra,
covering one breast with his mouth and the other with
his hand.
"Ooo, I knew my Angel was feeling frisky," she
giggled.
"Tomorrow, remember that you're the one who started
this, when your head is pounding and you wish you had
gotten more
sleep."
"Less talking, more sucking," she commanded and he
obeyed, switching his oral attentions to her other
breast and trailing his hands down her torso to the
fly on her black pants. He expertly undid the button
and zipper, and climbed off her for a moment to
undress her completely. He shucked his own pants as
Buffy pulled him back down, kissing him passionately.
After a few
minutes, he pulled away slightly, leaving Buffy's
breathing out of control, her bare breasts heaving
with each gasp.
"Kiss me," she pleaded, wanting the feel of his mouth
on hers once more.
"Oh I'm going to," he told her mischievously and with
preternatural speed buried his face between her
thighs, placing a torrid kiss against her nether lips.
"Ooooo Angel," she gasped, her hips squirming, wanting
more. He teased her mercilessly, his tongue flicking
quickly inside her, darting over her clit but never
finding a pattern that would bring her release. She
begged wantonly for him to suck her clit, to get
inside her, to do anything as long as he made her cum.
He brushed aside her pleas, pretending that they
didn't turn him on, that they didn't make him want to
do exactly what she was pleading for, and continued to
slowly tease her.
Finally, fed up with his sensual torment, she flipped
him and positioned herself so that she was straddling
his waist. She braced her hands against his shoulders
and raised her hips, letting him feel how ready her
body was to receive him. He growled and ground his
sex up into hers. She ground back against him but
when he made a move to enter her she pulled away.
"Stop teasing," he growled at her, his rumbling
turning her on even more.
"Not so much fun when the tables are turned, is it?"
she taunted, but her own desire was so overwhelming
she relented and slowly slid down, groaning in
pleasure as he entered her slick passage.
Angel's hands grasped her hips, guiding her movements
as she moved up and down again. Buffy's delicate
fingers ran down his arms to where he held her hips
and moved his grip to her breasts, covering his hands
with her own to add more pressure. She inhaled
sharply as his thumbs brushed over the hard peaks of
her nipples, sending bolts of pleasure straight to her
core. Angel
grunted as their pace quickened, his hips thrusting
upwards to meet hers. The feel of her, blazing hot
and vise tight, as she clenched around him was
incomparable and drove him to even greater depths of
passion. His right hand left her breast and trailed
down her stomach to the juncture of her thighs.
Buffy's hand immediately covered the area Angel had
deserted and her
manicured fingers played with the abandoned nipple,
never letting the sensation stop. She cried out as he
found her clitoris and thrust even faster against him.
He loved the way she looked on top of him, deliciously
wanton; her hand on one breast, his caressing the
other with his other hand between her smooth thighs as
she rode him hard. With a final upward thrust of his
hips, he came with a cry of her name. The feel of him
cumming inside her combined with the firm strokes of
his fingers on her clit, made her followed soon after.
As they came down from their high, Angel withdrew
from her, drawing a soft moan of protest from his
lover, but then she happily cuddled into his side as
he pulled the sheet over them.
"Happy New Year, Angel."
Part 3
"Bob, I'm clocking out," Buffy called to her boss as
she finished her shift at the Expresso Pump. She
tossed her apron over the hook and left, doing a quick
patrol before heading home. Approaching her house,
she noticed that all the lights were off and she
quickened her step, knowing that at least Dawn should
be home and hoping that nothing was wrong.
She slid her key into the lock and turned the knob.
"Hello? Anybody home?" she called.
Suddenly the lights flipped on. "SURPRISE!" her
friends yelled, jumping out from their hiding places.
Buffy jumped back in shock.
"What?" she asked, glancing around at the packed room
filled with all her friends, including Angel and the
A.I. crew. "My birthday isn't for another two weeks."
"Hence the surprise part," Willow explained. Dawn
grabbed her sister's hand, leading her over to the
couch, and strapping a cone-shaped cardboard party hat
to her head. Dawn sat to her right as Angel squeezed
in to her left. Buffy leaned over for a quick hello
kiss before turning back to everyone else.
"Where's Lorne?" she asked, noticing that her big
green friend was absent.
"He couldn't come. Someone rented out Caritas for a
party tonight and he had to stick around," Angel told
her. "But he sends his best wishes."
"Are you sure this party is good idea?" Buffy asked.
"You know, me and birthdays don't mix. And me and
surprise parties tend to lead to Giles turning all
demonic and...and other stuff." Angel squeezed her
hand reassuringly.
"I promise you no one got you an arm in a box this
time," he joked, trying to take her mind off that
'other stuff.'
"Speak for yourself, mate. That's exactly what I got
her," Spike snarked from his place by the wall.
"You people are really weird," Gunn observed, as Angel
growled softly at his grandchilde.
"It probably would be best if you didn't remind us of
your part in that incident, Spike or you might find
yourself taking a walk on the sunny side of the
street," the older vampire threatened.
Willow clapped her hands loudly, drawing attention to
herself. "Hey! It's a birthday celebration! No
fighting."
"So Buff, the big 2-1, are you excited?" Xander asked,
grabbing a handful of chips.
"Well, I guess," she replied. "But I'm not 21 yet."
Xander's smile drooped slightly.
"Hmm, I guess that was poor planning on our part. Now
we can't take you to the Bronze for your first legal
drink."
"We can take you to the Bronze for yet another illegal
drink!" Anya suggested cheerfully.
"Sounds fun," Buffy said with a grin.
"Ooo, but first presents!!" Dawn cried out, handing
Buffy the first one from a pile on the table. "From
me." A cough from Willow prompted her to say "And
Willow and Tara." Buffy ripped off the gift-wrap and
opened the box to find a nice leather jacket.
"Aw you guys this is so nice! Thank you," she gushed.
Dawn handed her the next gift wrapped sloppily in an
old newspaper.
"That one's mine," Spike offered. Buffy tore the
paper and a black t-shirt with the words "Bite Me"
spelled out in tiny rhinestones on the chest.
"Cute," Buffy said, laughing. Spike smirked at her.
She opened a gift card to the Express from Gunn,
Wesley and Lorne, thanking them graciously even though
she suspected Cordelia had chosen it. The seer and
Fred had given her a gift certificate to Victoria's
Secret with a little note in the card that read "a
little present for you and for Angel" which made Buffy
grin. She opened a pair of black mid-calf boots from
Giles, surprised and grateful that he had remembered
that she wanted them. Following that was a sweater
from Banana Republic she had been coveting from Xander
& Anya. Lastly, there was a simply wrapped medium
sized box on the table that she assumed it was from
Angel although there was no card. She eagerly tore
into the wrapping and lifted out a leather bound book
slightly larger than a photo album. She shot Angel a
curious glance and opened the book to find words
inscribe in Angel's neat handwriting:
Buffy, my beloved,
I can't express in words how beautiful and amazing you
are but it is said that a picture is worth a thousand
words.
Happy 21st Birthday.
I love you, Always.
Angel
She turned the page and found her staring at herself,
or rather a charcoal drawing of herself. "Angel," she
gasped. On the paper, her hair was longer and her
eyes held so much more innocence than she currently
possessed. It took her a second to realize what scene
it depicted but then it occurred to her. The day she
was called. She looked up at him and he nodded,
affirming her realization.
The others in the room faded from her awareness and
tears filled her eyes as she flipped through over a
dozen other drawings that covered the course of their
relationship: a picture of her dancing in a crowded
Bronze, the other patrons around her blurred showing
her as the only thing in Angel's focus; a drawing of
her sitting somberly on the steps in the library,
undoubtedly listening to Giles tell her about the new
demon she would have to fight. Following those was a
portrait of her, her hair hanging wet and limp around
her face, her eyes shining with love and lust
perfectly captured in the rendering from the night of
her 17th birthday.
"You drew these from memory?" she asked, knowing that
the situations he illustrated didn't lend themselves
to having him sit there with a sketchpad.
"Yeah."
"Wow." She turned through the next few pages, finding
drawings of her looking sadder than the other
pictures, reflecting the angst of her senior year
ending in a heartbreaking sketch of her surrounded by
smoke, bruised and battered inside and out. Her
emotions came shining through but she could see his as
well. His regret for causing her pain, his love for
her was evident in the dark charcoal lines.
The next pages were filled with happier pictures from
after their reunion. She smiled as she looked at the
rest of the book finally reaching the final drawing.
In it, she was lying asleep and naked on his bed,
covered by his sheets. She was turned on her side
with her shoulders and her delicate ankles peeking out
from under the linen. Her hair was mussed; her lips
slightly parted and turned up into a small sated
smile. One bare arm was draped across the bed,
reaching for her Angel who wasn't there. Her mouth
dropped slightly at how gorgeous he had made her look.
Each line was drawn with so much love that it made
her look like a goddess.
"You made me look so beautiful," she breathed.
"You are so beautiful," he told her. She slipped her
hand over his cheek, pulling him in for a soft kiss.
She pulled back slightly then kissed him again and
again before they were interrupted by Fred's
'awwwwwwwwwwwww'. Buffy flushed slightly, discreetly
wiping a tear from her eye yet smiling.
"Thank you guys for everything," she said, laying
Angel's present gingerly back in the box.
"Ok, enough with the Miss Manners spiel," Cordelia
told her. "Go upstairs and get dressed. I want to
get to the Bronze."
"Wanting to relive your high school glory days, Cor?"
Xander snarked.
"No, I just need to get some alcohol in me if I'm
going to keep hanging out with you," she snapped back.
Buffy grinned as she headed up the stairs, knowing
that they were just teasing each other and noticing
how easily her friends and Angel's friends had melded.
She came back down the stairs a few minutes later in a
black tank top and a flirty red skirt that flared out
just above her knee finished off with strappy black
high heeled sandals. Dawn grabbed her hand as she
stepped off the last step, "Come on! Let's go!"
Part 4
"Did you really like my gift?" Angel asked, betraying
his insecurities as Buffy swayed gently in his arms.
She lifted her head off his shoulder, so she could
look in his eyes.
"I loved it, Angel. The drawings were beautiful;
you're so talented. It was one of the most
thoughtful, special gifts I've ever received." She
took his face into her hands and kissed him, oblivious
to all the hot, sweaty teenagers that surrounded them
in the
dim, smoky atmosphere of the Bronze. The slow song
they had been dancing to ended. As the band took a
break, the jukebox kicked on and a song with a fast
Latin beat came over the speakers. Buffy started
heading off the dance floor knowing that Angel wasn't
much for dancing, but he pulled her back. He took her
right hand in his left, the other resting on the small
of her back, pressing her hips against his.
"Angel, what are you doing?" she asked.
"Dancing," he smirked at her.
"I don't know how to dance like this," she told him.
"Just follow my lead." He started to cha-cha,
stepping back and making sure Buffy's foot followed
his. Her Slayer grace allowed her to easily match his
movements as she fell into step with his '1-2-123'
rhythm. When he was sure she got the steps, he stared
to turn her around the dance floor. The seductive
beat of the music slid through Buffy making her feel
sexy and free. She began to move her hips sensually
against Angel's. He let her grind against him for a
moment then twirled her away from him, causing her
skirt to flare up. When both of their arms were fully
extended, Angel pulled back, causing her to twirl back
into his embrace.
He positioned them for the mambo and began to go
through the motions of the Latin dance, making Buffy
feel like she had been transported from her life into
Dirty Dancing. Angel moved expertly, and Buffy
followed with ease, guided by her lover's hips and
hands. She giggled as their syncopated steps changed
directions and he spun them around again, their feet
moving in perfect sync. The dance ended with Angel
dipping Buffy, her Slayer flexibility allowing her to
bend extremely low. Still holding her bent backwards,
Angel leaned over and sealed his lips over hers, their
kiss just as hot and sensual as their dance had been.
Angel walked back to the table, his girlfriend tucked
under his arm, both grinning widely.
"Damn Angel. Where'd you learn to dance like that?"
Cordelia exclaimed.
"Spain," he answered simply, taking Buffy's cup from
her and taking a sip of her beer. He sat down on the
tall chair, and pulled a happy Slayer on to his lap.
Joyful chatter and more dancing continued until late
in the night, when they adjourned to the comfort of
their beds, and the warmth of their lover's arms.
Part 5
Two weeks later, the flower deliveryman standing on
the Summers' porch asked, "Are you Buffy Summers?"
"Yes I am," the blonde replied, signing her name on
the clipboard he handed her. She traded the signed
clipboard for a bouquet of two-dozen roses. She
thanked him and took the flowers into the kitchen,
filling a vase with water, and placing them inside.
She took the card out of the tiny envelope and read
the message. "Happy Birthday, mo chroi" signed with a
loopy A. Inhaling the floral scent, she smiled softly
at her boyfriend's romantic gesture.
"Oooooo, who are these from?" Dawn asked coming into
the kitchen.
"Angel."
"Aw," she said, sniffing the roses. "I wish I had a
boyfriend as sweet as Angel."
"Boyfriend?" Buffy blanched. "First you're doing
researching and drinking coffee, and now you want a
boyfriend?"
"I'm 16, Buffy. I'm a lot more mature than you seem
to realize." Buffy stuck her tongue out at her
younger sister. "But you, however, don't seem that
mature for a twenty-one year old."
"Hey!" the Slayer objected, tickling her sister for
revenge. Dawn tried to run away squealing, almost
crashing into Willow and Tara as they came in the back
door, carrying bags of groceries.
"Whoa, watch out Dawnie. You don't want the
ingredients of Buffy's birthday dinner to be all
splatty on the kitchen floor."
"Hey, no saying the 'B' word," Buffy scolded. "It's
just a regular old dinner, on a regular old day."
"You really need to get over the birthday phobia,"
Dawn told her.
"Nughd!" Buffy made an unintelligible shushing noise,
"No 'B' word!"
"All right girls, take the bickering elsewhere," Tara
commanded. "We need peace and quiet to prepare the
regular old dinner for tonight."
*****
"Ladies, that was delicious," Giles told the girls
after finishing the pasta they had cooked.
"Three cheers to the chefs," Buffy toasted, raising
her wine glass. The Scoobies clinked glasses, and
drank to honor Willow and Tara. Giles, Xander, and
Dawn cleared the table, while the others moved what
Buffy was still insisting was a non-party into the
living room. She put Sixteen Candles into the VCR and
waited for the others to press play. They all
squeezed together
across from the TV to watch. When the movie ended, it
was close to midnight.
"See Buffy," Dawn told her, "Your birthday is almost
over and nothing bad has happened, except for my
accidentally spilling ice cream on your blouse; and
that hardly counts as a tragedy." As if on cue, the
phone rang.
Buffy picked up the cordless from the desk.
"Hello?........Cordy, slow down, I can't understand
you." There were a few moments of silence as Buffy
listened to Cordelia speak, her expression growing
increasingly worried with each second. "Okay, I'm
coming."
Hanging up the phone and taking a deep breath, Buffy
turned to face her concerned friends. "It's Angel.
He's been missing since last night. They were hoping
that he had just gotten stuck somewhere without sewer
access, but he didn't come home after dark and then
Cordelia had a vision. She couldn't really interpret
it but something's not right."
"Oh God, I jinxed it!" Dawn cried, distressed.
"It's not your fault," her sister assured her. "But I
have to go."
Part 6
Buffy sped to L.A., exceeding the speed limit by at
least 20mph but not really caring. Parking quickly
and running into the hotel, she found only Lorne
sitting in wait for her.
"Where is everyone?"
"Out looking for Angel." Buffy tossed her duffel on
the round couch and starting extracting weapons from
it.
"Where was he going the last time you saw him?"
"Patrolling down by the pier. Gunn and Fred are
covering that area now. Cordelia and Wesley are
snooping around the Wolfram and Hart offices. I'm
manning the fort in case our boy calls, or comes
home." Buffy slid a dagger into the waistband of her
jeans and concealed a few other weapons within her
leather coat.
"My cell number should be in the book. Call me if
anything happens," she told her green friend before
heading out into the night in search of her lover.
She headed in the opposite direction of the pier and
the uptown area, towards one of many shady areas of
the city. She moved stealthily through the inky-black
streets, stopping two muggings and one potential
assault on an innocent girl but not finding Angel.
She walked a few more blocks when she heard a shrill
scream. She ran with slayer speed towards the sound
skidding around the corner to find a brunette in a
business suit standing next to a tall demon with
bluish skin.
"Ah Slayer, just in time." Buffy tensed, knowing the
woman wasn't in danger, yelling at herself for walking
into a trap as her grip tightened on her dagger. She
prepared herself for an attack but it never came.
Instead she heard the blue man speak one foreign word
and then everything went black.
*****
Buffy groaned as she slowly returned to consciousness.
As she blinked her eyes open, they fell upon the
object of tonight's search. Angel was across a large
empty cement room from her, his chocolate eyes trained
on her, a line of blood running down his cheek. His
arms and legs were chained together and hooked to the
wall, preventing all movement.
As she tried to move towards him, she found herself in
a similar situation. Her eyes grew wide as she
struggled against her chains to no avail. She met
Angel's eyes and he told her without words that it was
useless. She slumped back against the wall, asking
him with her eyes what was going.
Before he could answer, the impeccably dressed woman
who Buffy encountered in the alley entered the room.
"Wonderful. The Slayer's awake."
"Let her go, Lilah," Angel growled. Buffy inhaled
sharply; so this was Lilah. Angel had told her about
her but she had never actually met the evil lawyer.
"You don't want her. Do what ever you want with me,
but just let her go."
"Aw, isn't that sweet?" Lilah mocked. "Trying to
protect your little girlfriend. But you're wrong. I
do want her. You see, the senior partners don't want
the little Slayer screwing up the next apocalypse, and
as you've probably figured out by now, they're not big
fans of the soulful version of you. So we'll be
killing two birds with one stone here today with my,
if I do say so myself, ingenious plan."
"Well you've always been rather conceited, Lilah,"
Angel told her, referring to her last comment.
"Yeah, and seeing as none of your plans have worked in
the past, plus you have lousy highlights and a big
ass, it's really unwarranted," Buffy jeered, not
letting herself be daunted by the bitchy lawyer who
held her captive.
Lilah ignored her and checked her stylish, expensive
watch. "Well, Blondie, it seems we have until tonight
before we can start all the fun so why don't you spend
some more time thinking up ineffectual insults and
declaring your love for each other before you die."
She walked out of the room and as she left, two men in
coveralls entered and began painting a large symbol in
the middle of the floor.
"Well, this can't be good," Buffy said, trying to
lighten the mood with her understatement.
Angel gave her a sad smile. "No, it's not."
"Do you know what they're trying do?"
Angel shook his head. "No. I'm sorry love. This is
all my fault."
"Don't be silly," she told him, trying to break the
chains again. "I'm the Slayer. Getting captured by
evil people who want to kill me is part of the job
description." Realizing that her struggles were
causing more harm than good, she stopped the futile
movements. "Cordelia had a vision which is why I came
looking for you. Maybe she'll have another. We'll
get out of here, don't worry."
Part 7
Despite their reassurances to each other and
themselves, no one had come to our heroes' rescue by
the time Lilah was ready to carry out her evil plan.
Her high heels clicking against the cement floor Angel
and Buffy were being held in, she walked about
retelling the shamans who occupied the room what they
were supposed to do.
Two large men, probably demons, walked over to where
Angel was chained and released him from the wall but
kept his arms and legs chained together. He tried to
struggle but one of the demons subdued him by punching
in the face. Buffy cried out as she watched her
mate's head snap back, never feeling so helpless in
her life. All she could do was watch as Angel was
hurt and
knowing that something horrible was about to happen.
"Well, Angel, I can't really say it's been nice
knowing you, but I hope your other half is a lot more
fun." Buffy and Angel's eyes got wide as they
realized what Wolfram and Hart was trying to do -
remove his soul. He met Buffy's eyes, the desperation
he found there reflecting what he felt. They both
knew that if he turned into his soulless half, Wolfram
and Hart would just hand Buffy over to him as a good
faith gift.
But only Angel knew the depths of horror and torture
he'd put the Slayer through before turning her into a
creature of the night. Angel struggled against his
captors even harder, trying to provoke them. He'd
rather die than become Angelus.
Angel's struggles were to no avail and he was thrown
into the satanic circle that was painted earlier.
Landing hard on his side, he groaned as the shamans
started chanting. The circle began to glow red, its
light infusing into Angel's body. He let out an
unearthly roar and then the glow suddenly stopped.
Buffy fought back tears.
"Did it work?" Lilah asked anxiously as her lackeys
unchained his arms and legs.
Angel's head snapped up, his eyes glowing yellow,
ridges marring his angelic features. "Yes, Lilah, it
worked," he growled out, jumping to his feet and
sauntering over to where the lawyer was standing.
"Remind me to thank you properly later," he said
running his hand suggestively down her arm. Buffy
struggled not to throw up at the sight.
"But first," he swaggered over to where Buffy was
chained. "Hello lover," he drawled, stepping into her
personal space. "Glad to see me?" Buffy stared back
at him obstinately, refusing to let him see her pain.
He laughed maliciously. "You know last time I
tortured someone, we didn't even have chainsaws.
Unchain her," he commanded some of Lilah's lackeys who
glanced at their boss. She nodded and crossed her
arms across her chest, waiting to see where this was
going. Leaving her arms and legs chained like they
had for Angel only minutes before, the lackeys shoved
the Slayer into her soulless boyfriend's arms.
As she was pulled to her feet, Angelus started to
circle around her like a hungry vulture. "Well, well,
well Buff. You're looking good. Guess fucking soul
boy on a weekly basis was good for you. I wonder what
fucking me will do for you," he purred, his voice a
seductive threat.
"I'll never let you touch me," she spat out defiantly.
"Like you have a choice," he growled, grabbing her arm
roughly. "I'll pervert you in ways you can't even
dream of and then make you my dark queen. The only
decision we'll have to make is which one of your
annoying friends we should bring to a bloody death
first." Watching their interaction, Lilah rubbed her
hands together gleefully. Things were going exactly
as planned.
"So many places to start," Angelus continued
thoughtfully, running a long finger up Buffy's arm and
over her collarbone. She suppressed a whimper. "Oh I
know," he said circling his finger around the scar on
her neck.
"No!"
"Oh yes." He lowered his head to her jugular.
Completely helpless in her chained state, Buffy
squeezed her eyes shut preparing for the pain and only
her Slayer hearing was able to pick up his words.
"When I bite you, pretend to pass out." A spark of
hope rose unbidden to her heart but she tried not to
let it show in her face. Burying the hope, she let
herself fall into the 'playing along' category but
couldn't hold back the cry of pain as Angel bit into
her neck. He drew roughly but not deeply so that the
blood loss would cause loss of consciousness, but
Buffy let her eyes drift closed, and her body go limp.
Feeling her body go slack in his arms, Angel tossed
her body over her shoulder and began to leave the
building.
"Where are you going?" Lilah asked stepping in his
path.
"Somewhere private so Buff and I can have some fun,"
he quirked an eyebrow at the last word. "Or at least
I can. Don't worry pet, I'll be back."
TBC..
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