Remember everyone in this fic is human. I own nothing but the idea is mine.

WARNING: GRAPHIC RAPE . You can skip this chapter and go onto the next. I'll give you a summary of this chapter on the next one.

xoxo KC
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Tears started to form when she yelled at him to stop.

"Don't touch me!" she forced out while trying to escape his grasp. He held her tighter to his body and hooked one foot around her legs, bringing them both crashing to the ground. He fell heavily on top of her and she began to struggle underneath him.

"Stop!" she shouted in panic as he ripped open her shirt. Buffy whimpered. He began to unhook her bra. "Please," she said in utter hopelessness. He smacked her across the cheek.

"No. I don't think so, Buffy. No one says 'no' to me." he growled as his hand went under her skirt and tore off her underwear. Her eyes widened in fear as the reality of what was about to happen hit her. Tears began to spill as she tried to fight him. He grabbed her wrist before she could claw at his eyes, pulling her arm over her head painfully; a physical gesture telling her that she was making things worse. Clenching her thighs together as hard as she could, she tried to plead with him one more time. "Please!" she sobbed. "Angel, don't!"

She screamed when he entered her and tore open her barrier. "You can't be a virgin," he said as he began his unmerciful thrusts. "Not by the way you dress."

Buffy screamed as his movements became more brutal, tearing the tender flesh at her core. "Shut the hell up!" Angel yelled. He hit her in the face with the back of his hand and then stuffed her underwear in her mouth as a gag. Blood trickled down her lip. Her eye was swollen and it was getting hard to see. His hands left her wrist and went to her upper arms. He clutched her hard as he reached his climax.

Buffy was having trouble breathing with the gag in her mouth. She was worried that she would faint and then God knew what Angel would do to her while she was unconscious. She began to panic when the thought struck her that some rapists killed their victims. 'But this is Angel!' her mind reasoned, calming her fears. 'He loves me. He wouldn't kill me.' Then, her mind drew the obvious conclusion that if he loved her, he wouldn't have raped her either, so that theory lost all credibility.

Her fear over what would happen next prevented her from seeing or hearing the man approaching them from above. Buffy gasped as she felt Angel being lifted off of her and watched as she saw him being forced to turn around by the new arrival. A fist came flying at Angel's face and cracked him on the jaw. Angel went down from the blow and lost consciousness. The amount of alcohol in his system made it easy for the stranger to fell him.

Buffy pulled the offending gag out of her mouth, and took in gulps of air. She laid there in a daze, starting violently when she heard a man's voice say, "Miss are you alright?" Tears spilled from her eyes again. Her lip trembled and she tried to cover herself. Her savior knelt down next to her and helped her to sit up as he wrapped his jacket around her trembling form.

Angel groaned and woke up groggily feeling his jaw. "Damn. What in the hell?"

He saw the man helping Buffy and anger rushed through his veins. He scrambled to his feet and pushed the stranger away from Buffy. The man hit the ground with a loud thump and Buffy was too stunned to move. Angel grabbed her by the shoulders, slamming her head onto the ground repeatedly.

"Stop it! Please! Don't! No!" she yelled between the blows to her head on the hard ground. She was starting to lose consciousness, when the stranger suddenly got up and attacked Angel. He hit Angel clean across his face with his fist, and repeated his action when Angel's head snapped back. Angel let out a groan and slumped backwards to the ground. The stranger stood up, brushing himself off, then putting out his hand for Buffy to take.

"We need to get you to a hospital," he said. "My name is Riley, by the way."

Buffy started to cry again and softly said, "Take–take me home please." Her knees buckled as her head started to swim and she lost her balance. He picked her up in his arms. The sensation of being carried made her start to panic. "Please don't hurt me," she stuttered.

"I won't hurt you, I promise." Riley reassured her. "Where do you live? Is anyone there to help you?"

"My mom should be home." Buffy said shakily, and she gave Riley her address.

The walk to her house was silent as Buffy struggled to keep awake. The man who carried her had saved her from Angel, but she was afraid to fully trust him just yet. Her head ached, and she winced at the intense pain from between her legs.

Riley wanted to make sure she was okay. 'How can she be okay?' He berated himself. 'She was just raped and beaten up, I'm sure she feels just dandy.' He struggled for something to say, something to give her comfort, but came up with nothing.

"Is this it?" Riley asked, as they approached the white house with a porch swing. Buffy nodded weakly. Riley climbed the porch steps and gingerly laid her down on the swing, making sure her head was supported by the cushion. He walked to the door and rang the bell.

The door opened to reveal a woman with sandy blonde hair in her forties holding a glass of wine. Her face showed signs of worry, anger and bewilderment at finding a stranger on her doorstep. Riley took a step back, and introduced himself while indicating that Buffy's mother should come outside.

"Ma'am, my name is Riley Finn. I–um, I brought your daughter home." Riley gestured towards the porch swing unsure of what else to say. Joyce stepped onto the porch and turned to see Buffy lying on the swing. She strode over to her, angry at her daughter for staying out so late and wondering who this strange young man was.

"Buffy Summers, it is way past your curfew–"

She trailed off and dropped her glass on the floor. The shattering of the glass reverberated in her heart as she looked at her daughter. "What–what happened?" she asked touching Buffy's swollen face. Both winced.

"I presume you are Mrs. Summers?" Riley asked after a moment.

Joyce felt like she was moving in slow motion as she took in her baby girl's battered appearance. She nodded her head, answering Riley's question. Joyce couldn't speak. She tore her eyes away from Buffy to look questioningly at Riley.

"I think we need to get her to a hospital. She was hurt really bad."

Joyce shook herself out of her stupor. "Yes, we can-can take my car." she said, suddenly springing into action. She ran into the house to grab her purse and then over to the black SUV parked in the driveway. Buffy groaned as Riley picked her up again, and carried her to the car to put her in the backseat. Joyce and Riley got in the front. They buckled up, and Joyce started the car. Once they were on their way, she asked the question she feared she already knew the answer to: "What happened to her?"

Riley didn't know how to tell her so he said bluntly, "She was raped."

Tears welled up in Joyce's eyes, "By who? Who did this?" she demanded.

"A drunk man. Tall, dark, spiky hair. I didn't get his name" Riley replied. He saw Joyce's lips harden into a thin line as her expression turned dark. He got the feeling Mrs. Summers knew exactly who Buffy's assailant was. He refrained from saying anything more once they pulled into the parking lot of the hospital's emergency center. Riley hurriedly unbuckled his seat belt and stepped out of the car to get Buffy. With Joyce walking quickly in front of them, Riley carried Buffy into the emergency room.

Once Buffy was safely ensconced in an examination room with a doctor and nurse, Riley gave his statement to the waiting police officer. Realizing he was no longer needed when the officer thanked him, he turned to Buffy's distraught mother who was pacing the room, waiting to be allowed in to see her daughter.

"I guess I'll be going then. The police have my information should you need me for anything" said Riley, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Thank you for helping my little girl." said Joyce tearfully. "I don't know how else to thank you for what you've done..."

"Just keep her safe," he replied, smiling. With that, Riley turned and strode down the hallway towards the hospital's exit.