Buffy POV

Alastair smirked at me sinisterly. He stalked forward while I gave my chains a tug, but they did not budge.

"So slayer, Sweetheart, how are you today on this fine morning?" He whispered in my ear.

"I'm just dandy! How bout you?" I spit out. A harsh whip on my back made me bite my tougne.

"Hey! I thought I beat that attitude outta you a while back. Obviously I didn't. I was planning something nicer as today marks the beginning of your 200th year here but you just ruined that plan didn't you." I started to scream already.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please forgive me, please!" I cried out.

"No can do, Sweetheart. You gotta follow the rules down here." He sang out as he skipped away.

"Please God, help me." I begged.

"Ain't no God here Sweetheart." He grinned as he came back with a contraption that was sure to be painful.

"Say, Sweetheart. Have you ever heard of the rack? I mean besides the rack you're on right now." He giggled but suddenly stopped and glared at me.

"Answer the question." He growled impatiently. I shook my head shakily as he smiled in approval.

"Oh fun. So this is the rack." He gestured to the machine in front of him. "You'll be spread out on it. You know, one arm in a corner, one leg in a corner. You get the idea. Anyways, when I row it back it stretches you. Literally." He smiled. "By the time I'm done, all your joints will have been dislocated. And popping them back in is just my favorite part."

Tears leaked down my cheeks.

"You know this could end right here right now. Just agree to become my apprentice. My little helper. Oh and of course we'd bring Baby Summers down here to be your first. Just say yes, Slayer." He offered me again.

"How bout no." I growled out.

"Well, if you insist." He started moving the thing into place.

"Christo." I tried again. But again made things worse.

"Slayer. You know I don't like that word. Hurts my head, you see." He snarled and continued walking towards me.

Desparation set in. I really, REALLY didn't want to be on the rack. "Christo. Christo. CHRISTO." I screamed.

He winced each time but continued walking to get me. "You're going to cause attention. Not that I mind ."

A second later Azazel's head peaked in. "Shut your bitch up, I'm trying to think."

"Oh silly Azazel. She's our pet, not just mine." Alastair said taunting me.

"Well then, it's my turn." Azazel's hand shot out and grabbed at my scalp. He dragged me with him. "Pleasure doing business with you Al." He smiled.

He dragged me with him when all of the sudden a blinding white light flew down from the ceiling. I felt calm and loved as soon as it stopped in front of me.

"You! You're not supposed to be down here. If I could catch you, you'd be almost as much as good ol' Slayer here. That's right almost." Azazel chuckled.

The white mass let out a screech as Azazel flew into a wall. I heard Alastair scream in fury as I ran towards the white mass.

"Come Buffy. It's now or never." It says soothingly. I jumped into it and it was warm and just nice.

A sharp pain against my foot as I look up and I'm in a forest.

"Wait! Where am I?" I called out to the white mass. Instead of seeing the previously white mass, I turn around and see a man in a tan trench coat, blue tie, and black pants. I back up warily.

"Relax Buffy. This is Earth. You are back. Sorry it took so long, everybody was sorta nervous to come and save you." He said in deep gravelly monotone voice.

"What are you?" I asked in awe.

"I am an Angel of the Lord. My name is Castiel. Call on me if you need help." He said and just like that, he was gone.

"Hey! Are you okay?" A gruff voice called to me. My vision became blurry and the forest floor comforted my bofmdy as I fell.