Angel O'Connor stepped out of his mansion, a small smile on his face. He'd had this planned for months, and it was finally going to happen. He checked his watch – 7 o'clock…it was time. He got into his SUV and it immediately drove off. The driver knew where to go. Cordelia sat in the car with him, fiddling with her skirt. He knew she didn't want to do this. But they both knew they had no choice. They both knew what they had to do.
They got to their location at 7.15 and they hid it in the pre-arranged spot. Everything was already prepared. At 7.25 Cordelia got out of the car, giving her brother one last look, before walking up to the guard's station. Angel watched as she teasingly bent forwards, leaning towards the guard and asking him something. He saw the guard look down, flustered at the attention, before returning Cordelia's flirty glances. Angel smiled. That would make the next stage so much easier.
At 7.30 on the dot Buffy Summers walked out of the gates. The guard was so busy chatting up Cordelia that he didn't even notice. Angel was pleased. Everything was going to plan. Buffy walked to the end of the road, ready to meet Willow and Xander, as she did every Tuesday at 7.30. But they wouldn't be there. Angel had made sure of that. Everything had been prepared. He stealthily climbed out of the SUV and behind Buffy. He clamped a chloroform soaked rag over her mouth and nose, smothering her cry. She struggled against his strong hold for a few moments before succumbing to the fumes. He quickly scooped her up into his arms and hurried back to the car with her. A few moments later they were joined by Cordelia. She never looked back towards the backseat and the unconscious girl. She'd played her role. She wanted nothing more to do with it. She was going to France that night.
Angel was surprised at how light Buffy was. As he carried her into his house he marvelled at it. As he descended the stairs to the basement, he felt her murmur softly, burrowing further into his arms. A small smile rose unbidden to his lips. Then he quickened his pace, he didn't want her to wake up in his arms. He didn't want her to know it was him who had taken her, not quite yet. He reached the room and deposited the still unconscious girl on the bed. He stood still for a moment, staring down at her She really was incredibly beautiful. Of course she always had been, he'd always noticed. But now, more than ever…