Disclaimer: I own nothing, characters and everything belong to Joss Whedon and the Buffy/Angel team.
Plot: During Angel's dark time, when Drusilla and Darla are running about. Angel receives a visit from the person he least expected to see. B/A.
DarkTimes
All he could do was sleep, it just made things easier. They were just dreams, she was only there in the dream. Dreams were all he had left, his friends were gone. He had turned them away. There was nothing else for him, no one to care about him or he to them, or so he thought.
Angel turned over in his bed as he felt the familiar tingles run up his spine. He glanced to his window, night. He would usually leave right about now to save the damsels in distress. But he hadn't done that lately.
The tingles grew, she was close, very close. She would only ever come if she needed help, he couldn't help her, and he wouldn't help her. She was the cause of all of this, it was her fault. She made him feel human, act human. Didn't she understand that he wasn't human? He had always and forever would be a demon, a monster. Something she should have eliminated a long time ago. It was her fault that he thought any differently.
He was not the white night she thought him to be. He was a creature of the night, everything that she was made to fight, to hate. She needed to understand that, she needed to leave and never come back.
He heard the front doors open and shut ever so softly. Her footsteps were quiet, but he could still hear her heels click the ground. She was in the lobby, she was snooping in a place she had no right to be.
He got out of the bed at super speed pulling on some black pants he had over the edge of the bed, before making his way out of the room and down into the lobby.
He stayed on the stairs a moment to check her location. She was looking through the counter into the kitchen. She wore tight black leather pants with ankle length black boots. Her flowy strappy top was an off white colour. She wore her hair out, it came a few inches under her shoulder. Her blonde locks were shining under the moonlight which shown from the window above the lobby.
God she was beautiful.
It was in that moment that she turned in his direction.
"Angel" she spoke softly
"What are you doing here?" he asked coldly as he travelled the remainder of the stairs into the lobby.
Buffy a little taken back, tried to brush off his comment "It's nice to see you too" Her eyes travelled astray from his face to his bare chest which was caught in the moonlight. He's defiantly kept in shape, she thought before pulling her gaze back to his face.
Angel caught sight of her hungry look and desire. He felt the same way about her, he was just glad she didn't have the vampire senses to pick up on it. He wouldn't let her in, wouldn't let her distract him. He had vampires to find and kill and she would only get in the way.
"You didn't answer my question" Angel spoke again
Buffy had tried to prepare herself for him to act this way, after what Wesley had told her on the phone, he wasn't in a good place. She could easily tell that.
"I was told you needed a hand" Buffy said taking a wary step towards him
Angel raised an eyebrow, so they had called her in. She was here because of him. "Is that so?"
"I know you probably want to be left alone right now, but you need help" Buffy pleaded
She was right in front of him now "I don't need your help" he growled
Hurt flashed over her features and he knew he had hit a sore spot.
She moved on from the hurt and tried again "So you can handle Dru and Darla by yourself?"
Angel smirked "So that's why you're really here?"
Buffy looked confused and shook her head "What?"
"You know, stop the bad guys. That is why you came?"
Buffy shook her head "No Angel. I came for you, if I can help you with Darla and Dru that's a bonus. But I only came here for you"
Angel believed her, but he couldn't let her stay. This was it, time to cut loose. "As I said before, you're not needed here"
Buffy crossed her arms over her chest "Well that's just too bad, I'm not going anywhere"
He had to make her leave "I know" It was then punched her hard across the face sending her crashing backwards onto the coffee table, the glass table top shattering upon impact.
He could smell her blood through the air. Her blood had always made the vampire in him come alive. He watched as she moved slight, trying to reach for the sides of the table to pull herself up. He couldn't give her that chance.
He quickly moved over to her and pulled her out of the broken table. She grabbed hold of his arms to pull them off her. But he simply flung her across the room and into the wall. She crumpled to the ground.
A rush of guilt ran through him as he watched her struggle to pull herself up. It had to be done. He had to let her go, had to get her out of his life.
He walked towards her again pulling her up and pushing her into the wall. He held onto her by her upper arms, he noticed her left cheek was scraped badly.
Buffy leant her head back against the wall, she watched him as he watched her. "I'm not going to fight you" she said softly. Fighting would solve nothing between them. If it took him hurting her, to help him, then so be it.
Angel paused and stared at her "You need to leave" he said as he roughly pushed her into the wall.
Buffy cried out as she felt the glass which was embedded in her back pushed further into her skin from the impact.
He felt her knees buckle slightly and he held onto her tightly to keep her upright.
Angel titled his head to the side "Did that hurt baby?"
When she stayed silent, he thought of a new way to get to her. He moved his hand up to cup her face, whilst leaving the other to keep her standing still. He brushed his thumb up and down her cheek. He leant his head in closer to her ear.
"Did I ever thank you, for sending me to hell?" He whispered
He smiled to himself as he felt a tear roll onto his hand
"Or maybe the question should be, did I ever forgive you?" he smirked as he pulled back and looked at her.
Tears were now running freely down her face "I'm sorry" she whispered
Angel smiled "I'm sure you can make it up to me" he moved his other hand which was holding her arms down to the bottom of her top. He moved his hand under her shirt and begun to run it up her body.
Buffy moved her hand to stop him, but he just moved his body right up to hers so that they were completely touching and her hand was blocked from reaching his.
Buffy groaned in pleasure as his hand explored her torso.
Angel smiled at her reaction and began to make his way to her hips and the beginning of her pants.
She moved suddenly in protest "No! Angel we can't...we can't" she stuttered
Angel pushed her back into the wall roughly before slamming his lips onto hers. The kiss was brutal. He could feel her emotions buzzing and he had to admit, it was making him want her right there and now. But he couldn't, he wanted to hurt. It was the only way to get her to leave.
He felt her hands on his chest, running them over his torso and abs.
"God I love you" he heard her whisper in between kisses
That was when he knew she had got to him. He broke the kiss suddenly and pushed away from her. He took two steps back from her.
With the sudden loss of his touch and his support of her weakening body, her knees buckled and she crumbled slowly to the ground.
Buffy leant back into the wall, as her hand reached towards her back as she felt for the embedded glass. She winced, she couldn't reach it.
Angel noticed "What's wrong?" he asked blankly
Buffy looked slightly taken back at his concern, she wasn't giving up on him yet "I think I have some glass stuck in my back"
There was that guilt again, Angel thought as he walked towards her. He bent down as she turned and showed him her back.
Damn, the glass shard was a good inch wide and imbedded deep. "I need to move you" he whispered
Buffy nodded "Ok" she spoke softly, not wanting to trigger him to go off again
He lifted her from under her arms and placed her arm over his shoulder to help her up the stairs and into his bedroom.
Just to the medical supplies, he told himself.
He sat her onto his bed and disappeared into the bathroom.
Buffy looked around his room, she'd never been here before. His room was simple but quirky at the same time, defiantly Angel's room.
She stayed silent as he came back towards her with a small dish of water and towel, and a large pair of tweezers and some bandages. He sat down behind her, laying out his tools onto the bed.
He glanced at her back "I need to..."
He didn't have to say it, she understood "Ok" she said softly
He moved his hands to the bottom of her shirt and began to lift. She lifted her arms into the air for him to complete the task at hand. He placed her shirt onto the bed and glanced back at the beauty in front of him. He could help but run a finger down her spine until he reached her injury.
Buffy hand to bite her lip as his hands touched her. It was amazing how easy it was for him to make her feel.
Angel looked closely at the wound "This is going to hurt"
Buffy nodded
Angel moved the large tweezers to the glass and begun to pull it out. He heard Buffy gasp and cringe at this action. He couldn't help but hush her and run a soothing hand over her shoulder.
He moved the towel under the wound to catch the blood which came as he pulled out the glass. He pulled out the remainder of the glass and pressed the towel to the wound to stop the bleeding. He reached for some gauze and packed it over the wound, placing a large squared tape over the gauze, closing up the injury.
"Finished" he whispered
Buffy turned around to face him "Thanks" she smiled softly
Angel couldn't help but gaze down at her and her body as she sat there in only a white bra and her leather pants. She was his weakness and he couldn't resist her. That is why his lips fell onto hers once again, and why he removed her pants.
Buffy was so lost in him it wasn't until she had finished removing his pants and he was laying down on top of her on the bed that she remembered why they were forbidden.
She pushed him away "We can't...the curse" she breathed
Angel shook his head "There is no curse" he lied, but he didn't care, he needed this, needed her.
He didn't give her time to reply as his lips crushed hers once more and he finished undressing her.
Buffy couldn't fight him, something about this didn't feel right, but he had this control over her. She had no resolve when it came to him. She was his.
She finally removed his boxers and he began to run kisses down her body. "You drive me crazy" Angel whispered, he ran his mouth down her leg, before coming to her navel and kissing her. Buffy reached for his shoulders to move him back to her lips.
Angel smirked and grabbed her wrists and pulling her arms above her head. "Do you trust me?" he asked as he looked down at her beautiful face.
Buffy nodded "Yes" she said softly, of course she did
He reached into his draw and brought out handcuffs and a scarf.
Buffy raised an eyebrow at him and he smirked at her. For a second she grew nervous as she could've sworn she saw Angelus look back at her. "I never knew you liked bondage"
Angel smiled as he reached for her wrists and began to lock them into the cuffs onto the rail of the bed. "There's a lot you don't know about me"
Okay that didn't help her nerves. She pulled slightly on her hands as she felt that they were completely locked to the bed.
Angel could sense her nerves and it only excited him more. He then took the scarf and brought it to her face.
Buffy wiggled under him "What are you doing?" she said softly
Angel smirked again "I know you like surprises"
He was different, she could really tell now. But she had to reach him, had to get him back on track. She needed him to trust her. She needed to show him she trusted him, even if she was a little unsure at the present moment.
Buffy nodded
Angel smiled, he took the scarf and covered her eyes, wrapping it around her head and tying it at the back. He then took his hands and ran them down from her arms to her thighs. He looked down at her. She was really a thing of beauty.
Angel took a hold of both her thighs and pulled them wider. He positioned himself on top of her.
Buffy waited in anticipation as she felt him move himself over her. She gasped as he suddenly entered her. He grabbed her waist and began to move inside her. She arched up towards him and squeezed the bars above her.
Angel smiled at her reaction and began to move faster, harder.
He did this for a good few minutes before he himself needed more. He moved lower onto her, bringing his head to lay beside hers, at her neck.
Buffy could feel him close, he was pressing kissed to her neck. She felt as if she was going to pass out, the pleasure was...
He bit down into her neck suddenly making her gasp loudly.
She tasted so good, she felt so good, were the only thoughts going through Angel's head.
In that moment they both climaxed. Angel felt it, it was prefect...
He was taking too much, Buffy panicked, he was taking too much.
"Angel" she whispered
Angel heard her and it was then that her voice snapped him out of his daze. He stopped. He licked the wound and his face returned to its human form. He moved out from her and began to kiss her softly on the lips.
She kissed him back ever so softly.
He stood from the bed and pulled on his boxers. He didn't lose his soul. He had felt it though, perfect happiness, he had felt it. Then why didn't he lose his soul?
He glanced at her. She just laid there, waiting for him to return to her.
He always would, she was his weakness.
"Angel" she whispered
She was his weakness, she could get hurt. He had too many people out there trying to kill him. She was the only thing that could hurt him. If he were to have her stay, she would surely be at stake. He couldn't have that. He couldn't have her hurt or worse, dead.
This was his chance
He moved towards the bed and unlocked the cuffs from the bed. She sat up slowly, removing the blindfold.
She had to admit she was feeling tired and weak, all she wanted was sleep.
"Aren't you going to join me?" She asked sweetly
God yes, he thought. Instead he reached for her clothes on the floor and threw them to her. "Thanks for the workout, you can go now" he said coldly
"Wha...t...?" Buffy stuttered
"Buff really, it was a good time, but I have some things I need to do, you know vampires to kill"
Buffy looked hurt "I can help you"
Angel growled "I thought we already discussed this down stairs, whilst I was kicking your ass. You are not need. I already got the only thing I have ever wanted or needed from you"
Angel threw on the rest of his clothes
Buffy shook her head as she too but on her bra and underwear "I know what you're trying to do"
Angel turned on her, startling her "What am I trying to do?" he growled
"You're trying to push me away, so keep me out of the way. But you are yet to understand the place that you're in..."
"What? My bedroom"
"You're in a dark place right now, you need help"
"I need nothing more from you" he threw on his leather duster and walked to his bedroom door. "When I come back, I'll expect that you'll be gone"
The look that she was giving him was killing him. He had to get out, before she convinced him otherwise.
He slammed the door hard, making her jump. She wrapped her arms around herself as tears came down her cheeks.
She was quick to get dressed, hoping to be able to trail him. As she stepped outside the building she looked around and wondered which direction he would have gone in.
She was startled when she heard a new voice beside her.
"Hello, you must be Miss Summers"
Buffy looked to the man in the expensive suit "Depends who's asking"
"Lindsey McDonald Wolfram and Hart. I'd like for you to come with us" A limousine pulled up behind him.
"No thanks, I don't take rides from strangers"
Lindsey smiled "Well I'm no stranger. I'm a friend of Angel's"
Buffy shook her head "I highly doubt that"
Lindsey shrugged "Kind of thought that you would..."
Buffy heard a sound through the air before feeling something pierce her neck.
"I'll speak to you when you wake up"
Buffy swayed to the side, before her knees gave out and she felt the cold ground on her face.
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