Angelus Mansion
"Hello Buffy." Angel said opening the front door later that evening. Buffy was wearing a long black leather skirt, with a dark green leather corset. She had long black knee high stiletto boots. Her golden hair was down covering her face. She wore her normal dark glasses. Damn she's hot.
"Hey." Buffy mumbled as she entered the mansion.
"So where do you want to start?" He asked as they headed into the kitchen.
"Where ever." She answered, flopping into one of the chairs.
"Buffy are you okay? You seem a little." Angel asked, closing his text book and looking at her.
"I'm fine." She said opening her book and pretending to be interested in what they were supposed to be studying.
Angel leaned over and placed his hand under her chin. "Buffy look at me, what's wrong." He asked sincerely.
Buffy moved her face away and looked down at the floor. "I'm fine." She insisted.
"Buffy, don't lie to me." He told her moving around the table and bending down to look at her. He removed her glasses and Buffy put her head down. "Buffy look at me." He said as he pulled her face to look at him.
At the sight of the huge yellow bruise on her chin Angel gasped. "Oh god, baby what happened?" He asked.
Buffy pushed him away and stood up. "I've got to go." She said as she ran out the kitchen.
Angel recovered quickly and stood up. "Buffy wait." He yelled after her. He grabbed her hand just as she reached the front door. "Buffy please, turn around." He asked.
Buffy slowly turned to face him, her head down.
"Baby look at me." He whispered coming closer to her.
Buffy looked up questioningly. "Why do you keep calling me what?" She asked him.
"Calling you what?" He asked as he stroked her face.
"Baby, you've done it like four times." She told him.
Angel caressed her yellow bruise. Even bruised she's still beautiful. "I don't know. It just…it feels right." He whispered.
"I bet you say that too all the girls. Even your girlfriend." She told him.
"No, only you." He said looking deeply into her green eyes. "Only ever you baby." He said as he leaned down to kiss her.
Buffy was shocked to feel his lips tenderly come down to hers. She recovered quickly and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Angel's hands roamed her back, pulling her closer to his wanting body.
Buffy gasped as his face hit her still painful chin. She pulled away and rubbed at the soreness.
"I'm sorry did I hurt you?" He asked inspecting the bruise.
"No, my step father did." She told him a hint of anger in her voice.
"Buffy what happened? How?" He was a lost for words. Why would anyone want to mark up such a beautiful face?
"It's okay Angel. It's nothing really. It'll be all healed up by tomorrow."
"Buffy it's not okay. Who did this to you? Your step father?" He asked. "What about your mom? What did she say?" He asked pulling her into the living room.
"Angel don't worry about it." She told him as he pushed her to sit down on the couch.
"What do you mean don't worry about it? Buffy you're hurt."
"Angel please don't make a big deal of this."
"Don't make a big deal? Buffy this is a big deal. He hit you." He looked at her. "He's done it before hasn't he?" He asked sitting down next to her.
Buffy only nodded.
"Why Buffy? Why do you let him do this to you?" He asked her, pulling her into his arms.
"I…my mother loves him. I'm the reason why my dad left us. If she's happy who am I to ruin it?" She said quietly.
"Buffy I don't think your mother would want this." He told her.
"Then why doesn't she stop him?" She asked.
Angel didn't know what to say.
"Angel please don't say anything to anyone. Please." She pleaded with him, looking him in his eyes.
"Buffy I can't…" He stopped at the look on her face. As though denying her this would shatter her. "I promise."
"Thank you." She said laying her head back down on his chest.
"Is that all he does?" Angel asked.
Buffy shook her head against his chest.
"What else?" He asked, afraid of the answer.
"He's…I mean...he's forced me to…"
Angel pulled her away from him to see her face. "Buffy did he…" He couldn't even finish the question. He didn't want to. The thought of someone doing that to her, or anyone for that matter was…Angel wanted to throw up.
Buffy noticed the look of disgust on his face. She pulled out of his arms, unable to stand it anymore. "I should be heading home." She told him as she stood up and headed to the foyer.
"Buffy wait, don't go." Angel said standing and following her.
"Angel please, I really need to go. I'll see you tomorrow night, so we can review. Just…please don't say anything to anyone." She asked him.
Angel nodded his head. "I'll see you tomorrow. Meet me in the library at lunch."
Buffy nodded then headed out.
The Following Day
Angel hadn't seen her all day, but hoped that she'd meet him in the library during lunch. When she didn't show fifteen minutes into the period, he strolled over to her usual lunch table. She wasn't there but maybe one of her friends knew where she was.
"Do you guys know where Buffy is?" Angel asked the trio.
"Umm. No." Willow told him.
"Why do you care?" Xander snarled.
"Cause I do." Angel snarled back.
"If you know where she is, please tell me. I need to talk to her." Angel looked at the red head.
Willow looked over at her boyfriend then back to the tall jock in front of them. "She didn't come to school today." She told him, truthfully.
"Why not? Is she okay?" He asked worriedly.
Willow looked at Angel suspiciously. "I don't know. She just didn't show." She told him.
"Why are you suddenly so interested in Buffy's whereabouts?" Xander asked.
Angel huffed and turned away. Something must have happened to her. I have to see her. He thought as he headed to the parking lot.
"Angelus." Cordelia called.
Angel stopped in his tracks and turned to face his girlfriend. Plastering a fake smile on his face. I so don't have time for this.
"Angelus, where are you going?" Cordelia asked, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I've got some things to do. I'll see you later Cor." He said turning and heading to his car.
"Angelus!" She yelled, but his all consuming worry for Buffy blocked out anything she could have said.
Angel drove to the house where Buffy had him drive her the other night, but when he knocked on the door, the old women said that no one lived there by that name. That she was alone.
Angel climbed back into his car, confused. What the hell is going on here? Why would she have me take her some where she didn't live? He wondered. "Buffy where are you?" He asked out loud.
Angel drove home and ran to his room. He pulled open all his desk drawers looking for it. "Where is it? I know I didn't throw it out." He said as he pulled papers from his drawers. "Ah ha!" He opened the booklet and scanned looking for her name. "Summers, Summers." He mumbled. What the hell, why isn't she here?" He sighed and tossed the booklet on the floor. Damnit Buffy, where are you? He wondered as he laid on his bed staring at the ceiling. "Please be alright baby. Please." He whispered before falling into a restless sleep.
Later that Night
Angel woke to the ringing of his phone. "Hello?" He grumbled into the phone.
"Angel?" Buffy's voice came through the phone.
"Buffy?" He asked, sitting up in his bed. The sun had long fallen under the horizon and though he had finally fallen asleep some time ago, he felt no less rested. Hearing Buffy's worried voice over the phone only made his heart swell in pain, the thoughts of something horrible happening to her made him want to cry out. "Buffy baby what's wrong? Where are you?" He asked.
"I…Angel please help me." She whispered.
"Where are you baby?" He asked already slipping his feet back into his sneakers.
"I'm on Main, behind the Ice Cream Shop." She told him.
"I'll be there in ten minutes." He said as he grabbed his keys and headed out.
