Buffy put down the phone and turned to Angelus who was chained to the bed and gagged.
"Willow will be along in the morning to resoul you. Oz will give you a lift back to LA". He looked genuinely horrified.
She let her bathrobe fall to the floor to reveal her camp vampire oufit tshe she had hired from the costume shop, a red leather basque complete with lacing over her breasts, sleek black leather gloves and fishnet stockings. His eyes bulged and for a moment he felt a faint hope that she had somehow been sired but he could tell she was still human, he could smell it, sense her warmth and humanity, could hear her heart beating in her chest. She was playing a game, he realised.
It was a game he didn't like.
She popped a pair of joke shop plastic fangs into her mouth. Tomorrow her beloved Angel would return. Will would resoul him, Oz would take him back to the Hyperion and she would have to get on with her normal life without her beloved. She would go for a morning walk before work in the bright sunlight, relishing her beautiful mortality and the marvellous, banal sensations of everyday living. But tonight she would have some dark fun with Angelus. And make him pay for all he'd ever done to her.
She leapt astride him and began to undo his leather trousers. "But whilst we're waiting…"
She bit into the flesh of his neck, her fake fangs actually drawing a little blood before they snapped. She spat them out as he gave a muffled cry of pain.
"Aww!" she teased him. "I always thought that was your favourite part?"
"Women!" thought Angelus angrily. "THEY were truly evil!"