A/N: The next few chapters are very violent and may be triggering. If you find that this will affect you in any sort of negative way, message me and I will explain to you what occurred in the story and tell you which chapter is safe for you to return to. I apologize for the inconvience this may have caused any one, but I would much rather message you separately than you guys be emotionally and mentally unsafe. Thank you for your patience. LOVE YOU!
Alandra felt warm as she came to, her mind woozy as she tried to process everything that had happened. As she opened her eyes she saw that she was in a bedroom, her arms raised high above her head by chains as she laid sprawled out on the ground, the rough stone cooling her back. She looked around, seeing the fire in the corner of the room, a bed covered in black and red satin and velvet. Candles were lit all along the room, giving everything a soft glow. She finally looked down at herself and realized she had been stripped down to her underwear, making her panic really begin to set in. She was trapped. She didn't know where she was and had no idea of how to get out.
"Look who's finally awake," Angel's chipper voice said from the shadows. Alandra looked up to see him sitting in a high winged back chair, a book resting face down in his lap as he looked at her. His dark brown eyes glowed brightly in the darkness, everything else encased in shadow. She could feel the evil roll off of him in waves, the atmosphere and heat nearly suffocating her. She remained silent and he stood up and walked over to her, kneeling down in front of her. He grabbed her by the chin and forced her to look up at him. She turned her eyes away from him, not wanting to see the darkness in his eyes.
"Look at me," he said, his tone gentle, but she refused, making him shake her head in anger, "I said look at me!" She did as was told for fear of him accidentally snapping her neck.
"There they are," he said in awe, "Those beautiful storm grey eyes. Soul boy was obsessed with them you know. Couldn't go a day or night without them popping into his mind."
"What happened to Angel," Alandra asked, "Who are you?" He wore Angel's face, but he was not Angel. He was something black and destructive and hateful. She felt her skin crawl whenever she looked at him.
"Let me tell you a story," the man that wore Angel's face said. He stood up and began to pace around the room, grabbing various knick knacks and observing them in his hands. He would occasionally glance at her to see if she was listening to him, a smirk on his face.
"A long time ago, a drunkard named Liam was out at the pub. As he comes out drunk out of his mind he see this beautiful blonde woman, he goes up to her and talks to her and her face changes before his eyes. It was grotesque as the ridges formed along her brow, her eyes became yellow, and her teeth became fangs. She bites into his neck and drains him nearly to death before giving him her own blood, making him into me: Angelus," he said. Alandra was silent as she watched him tell his story. He was so different from Angel, and yet so similar in certain ways. The power they carried within themselves was full of confidence. She watched his hands and the way his fingers curled around whatever he held and it reminded her of her Angel. She didn't want to see that Angel came from him, but she couldn't deny it.
"So how did you become Angel and how are you here now," Alandra asked, curiosity getting the better of her as her thoughts swirled around in her mind.
"We were in Romania and Darla, my sire, ordered me to drink a gypsy girl. A gift from her for our anniversary. Turns out she was the favored daughter of that gypsy clan and cursed me with that pathetic human soul. Did you know that he used to only eat rats and mice? Lived on the street he was so overcome with guilt with everything we had done. It's disgusting really," Angelus explained.
"This is what Ms. Calendar and that man were talking about weren't they? That's why they wanted you stay away from Buffy," Alandra said, finally able to figure out what the conversation she overheard meant before confusion overcame her again, "But why?"
"You're certainly a curious little creature," Angelus said, a smirk on his face, "The curse was that the moment Soul boy achieved perfect happiness he would lose it, allowing me to come back and have all the fun I want. So he banged the fucking slayer, achieved that 'perfect happiness' and now here I am! And I have a lot of time to make up for."
Alandra felt her heart crack at hearing that Angel and Buffy had, had sex. She tried to keep her face as emotionless as possible, but the glee on Angelus's face told her that he knew exactly what she was thinking.
"You wanted it to be you, didn't you," he asked, kneeling down in front of her again. Alandra looked deep into his eyes to see if any of the Angel she cared for was still there, all she was met with was wickedness.
"What do you want from me," Alandra asked, her voice low.
"I told you earlier pet, we're going to have some fun," he replied, kissing her on the forehead before standing up and walking towards the door, "I have some business to take care. Don't wait up for me."
She watched his back as he walked out of the room, locking the door behind him. She looked up at her hands that were being strapped up by heavy metal chains, the cuffs cutting into the gentle skin of her wrists. She gripped onto the chains, using all of her strength to try to loosen anything, but knew that it was hopeless. When she felt her stomach begin to growl the despair and sadness began to settle in. She was going to die there, locked in chains in her underwear, and there was nothing she could do about it. Now it was just a matter of when.
~0~0~
"Wakey, wakey, it's time for eggs and bakey," Angelus's cheerful voice sang from in front her, slowly waking her up. Her stomach growled loudly at the smell of eggs and bacon, her eyes slowly drawing open. She looked up to blearily see Angelus sitting on the ground in front of her, a large plate of food on his lap.
"Open your mouth wide," he ordered, lifting up a fork full of food to her mouth. Alandra complied, closing her eyes in delight at the sweet taste of food. She chewed slowly before swallowing, feeling uncomfortable at the intense way Angelus was watching her eat each bite he gave her.. For twenty minutes they sat in silence, Angelus feeding her food and giving her water. She couldn't understand why at all.
"Do you feel better now," he asked her. Alandra reluctantly nodded. Angelus smiled before standing up and placing the empty plate on the table.
"I'm going to tell you a little secret," Angelus began, his tone full of mischievousness and glee as he looked down at her, "He's always wanted you. Did you know that?" Alandra was shocked by the quickness and bluntness of his words. She shook her head, lowering her gaze to look at her thighs. She didn't know how to process his words. She didn't want to believe him, she knew she shouldn't believe him.
"No, he wants Buffy. He's loves Buffy," Alandra said softly, more to herself than to him, making Angelus guffaw loudly.
"Didn't you ever wonder why he always was touching you? The little pecks on the cheek and head, the way he would hold you when you hugged. He would get so hard at the thought of fucking that tight body of yours, and then he would pathetically feel guilty about it after he jacked off to the sight of your face in his mind. The thought of you beneath him. That seems to be the only thing we can agree on; you," Angelus told her. Alandra shook her head even harder, her eyes squeezed shut tightly. She didn't want to hear any of it. She didn't want to hear how maybe the only thing Angel might have valued was her body. That thought hurt worse than anything else. That their friendship wasn't real.
"Stop it," she whispered, tears welling in her eyes.
"Don't you want to hear the things he thought about doing to you? Don't you want to hear how he wanted to cuff you to his bed and do delicious things to your body till you were screaming his name," Angelus pushed. Alandra looked up at him, sadness on her features.
"But Buffy," she began.
"He used that bitch occupy himself," Angelus spat in anger, "He only pretended to want her, to love her because he couldn't handle that he wanted you. I kept telling him to just fuck you and get it over with. He was only able to cum with the slayer because he was thinking of you."
"Why are you telling me this," Alandra asked, pain wrenching her heart. She felt dirty and used. She felt disgusted with herself.
"What, you aren't happy to hear that he wanted you? He knew you wanted him, could smell it every time you two touched," Angelus told her gleefully. Alandra shut her eyes again, sobs wanting to wrack her body, but she worked her hardest to keep the sobs in.
"Look at me Alandra," Angelus said, his tone switching from gleeful to dark in a millisecond. Alandra felt the spike of fear, and did as he said. Suddenly a hand came down and slapped her across the face. Alandra cried out in pain, tasting the blood that began to well in her mouth. Then she felt a cool hand grab her chin, and cool lips on hers, a tongue invading her mouth and tasting her blood. Her entire body was shaking, her heart racing, waiting for him to pull away.
"Every thing I hoped you imagined it would be," Angelus said, a smug look on his face as if he had given her a great gift. Fury swamped Alandra's body as she looked into his eyes. She gathered all of the blood and saliva in her mouth before spitting it out onto his face. Angelus reared back, quickly wiping the spittle away, an evil and angry gleam in his eyes.
"You're going to pay for that," he told her darkly before leaving Alandra alone in the room once again.
~0~0~
Two nights later Alandra woke up from a slap across her face. She looked up to see Angelus, an wicked smile on his face and a dark gleam in his eyes. He hadn't fed her since that night with the kiss, and her body was beginning to feel weak. Her stomach growled, and her throat felt dry, saliva only doing so much to relieve the pain.
"I'm going to teach you some manners young lady," Angelus said before slapping her across the other side of her face. Her face was throbbing with pain, but Alandra made no noise this time. She simply glared up at him, a fierce look in her eyes.
"You wish soul boy was here, don't you," Angelus asked, waiting for her to answer and slapping her again when she remained silent. Her breathing was deep as she tried to fight through some of the pain she was feeling, watching Angelus as he grabbed a small horse crop from the table near by.
"What's my name," he asked. She said nothing, a small cry escaping her lips as he wacked her hard against one of her thighs. She looked down to see a large red welt begin to form.
"What is my name," he asked again, hitting the soft flesh of her the underside of her bicep. Alandra hissed in pain, but still said nothing.
"Fine, you want to play it that way? We'll play it that way," Angelus said before turning to the table and picking up a small knife. Fear spiked in Alandra's heart, watching him with wide eyes as he kneeled down in front of her. He dragged the cool blade down the center of her chest before dragging it across her throat and resting it against her collar bone.
"Say my name Alandra," he ordered, but she still remained silent. He smirked before drawing a large x underneath her collar bone slowly, making Alandra scream in pain. He repeated his words, but Alandra still refused to say anything, the salt of her tears making the bloody wound sting. He slowly dragged the knife down to her stomach, looking into her eyes. He never tore his eyes away as he slowly made the cut into her skin. She screamed again as the burning sensation entered her. She could feel her skin separating, the hot blood seeping out of her body slowly, drip by drip. He chuckled at her screams before making another long and deep cut, making her bleed more deeply than before.
"Please, please. No more," Alandra cried out through sobs, "No more. I'll say it."
"What's my name," he asked again, waiting expectantly for her answer. She looked into his eyes again, wishing Angel or her father were there to comfort her and tell her everything was going to be alright. She even allowed herself to imagine it for a moment; Angel comforting her telling her that it was all a dream. But another slice made into her thigh brought her back to her painful reality.
"A," she began, her voice weak from the screaming, "A-asshole." Angelus snarled before burying the knife deep into her other thigh. Alandra screamed again, her voice cracking from the force of it. She whimpered as he slowly pulled the knife out, and was surprised by his next actions.
Angelus sighed before dragging a cool tongue across the bloodied skin on her collarbone. The coolness soothing the pain. Alandra sucked in a breath as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her body closer to his mouth. Soon he kissed his way down her body and began to give the same treatment to the cuts along her stomach. She was frozen in place, too shocked to move by how gently he was suddenly treating her.
"Look at what you made me do," Angelus said, murmuring against her belly, blood on his lips. Soon the cuts stopped bleeding there and he made his way lower and kissed his way down to the cut along her thigh.
"You have a lot of fire Alandra," Angelus said before making a long drag of his tongue across the cut. Alandra simply watched him as he switched to the other leg where he stabbed her, sopping up the blood that was leaking out of the large wound.
"And I want to extinguish it," he finished telling her. He carried on like that. For how long she wasn't sure, but she took little peace in the small amount of pain relief his cool tongue provided her. She still shook from pain and fear and soon the sensations were to much for her and she passed out. Angelus looked at the girl that was now sprawled out on the floor beneath him. He gently brushed away a curl away from her face before standing up and walking over to the table that held all of his devices. He grabbed a curved needle and thick brown thread. He sat back down on the ground and began to make work on stitching the wound he had made in her thigh.
~0~0~
"Is a Mister Rupert Giles in here," a young woman called softly as she stepped into the school library. The students that were surrounding one of the tables, books splayed out every where, all nodded to an office door. Soon the British librarian stepped out of the hidden office, a curious expression on his face.
"I'm Rupert Giles, how may I help you," he asked, closing the book that was in his hand and setting it down on a book shelf. The woman was nervous and seemed frightened, making Giles wonder what she could possibly have to say.
"My cousin was taken three days ago," she began, taking a deep breath to calm down before continuing on, "I've told the police, but I know they won't do anything. She knows you, she always speaks highly of you, and my uncle said to come talk to you because you would know what to do."
"Your cousin's Alandra," Giles asked. She nodded her head, making Giles sigh sadly and remove his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose.
"Her room wasn't messed up or anything. At first I thought she was just visiting with her friend, Angel. But when she didn't call or come home I knew something was wrong," she explained, her voice breaking towards the end as tears began to well in her eyes. Giles placed a comforting hand on her shoulder before leading her to an empty chair and sitting her down.
"What's you name young lady," Giles asked, his voice gentle.
"Lily," she told him, "I know there's some freaky stuff that goes on in this town. I know that Alandra got wrapped up in whatever goes on here, and now she's in danger because of it. You have to find her and bring her home safely. She's my responsibility, and I can't let her or my uncle down."
"We will find her," Giles told her, grabbing her hand and squeezing it in reassurance, "We'll make sure that she comes home safe and sound."
"How come she's living with you and not her father," Xander asked, receiving an elbow to the stomach from Willow. He shrugged, not understanding why it was wrong to ask that question. Lily seemed to take it in stride though.
"Some things happened between her parents," Lily said, "The courts got involved and asked what she wanted to do. She and her father decided a change of scenery and a break from each other would be the best. So she moved in with me about a year ago."
"She trusts you," Lily said to Giles as she turned back to him, "You've become the father figure in her life here in Sunnydale. Please, help her."
"We'll find her Lily," Willow said this time, stepping up to get a closer look at her, "We'll get her back." Lily nodded before standing up and heading back towards the swinging doors of the library.
She looked back at the group saying, "Thank you," before walking completely out and leaving the Scoobies alone once again.
"It seems that the situation has become even more dire," Giles said. He sighed and removed his glasses again to clean the lenses before replacing on them on his face.
"Angelus must have taken her the night he came back," Willow said, shocked by the scoff she heard come from Buffy.
"Nothing has changed," Buffy said, her voice dark, her words surprising everyone.
"Angelus kidnapped Alandra for who knows what reason, doing who knows what to her. I would say damn near everything has changed Buffy," Xander said.
"We can't worry about her. We just need to figure out a way to get Angel back," Buffy told them. Willow's face scrunched in anger as she took a step towards her best friend.
"Alandra is our friend. If it was anyone of us, even Cordelia, you would be working your hardest to get us back. Why are you acting this way," Willow asked. Buffy opened her mouth to reply, but Cordelia beat her to it.
"She's jealous at how close Alandra and Angel are," Cordelia said.
"That's not true, I just think we need to stay focused at the task at hand," Buffy replied. Her voice sounded false, telling them all the truth. Tears began to fill Willow's eyes.
"I will not have your jealousy kill my friend Buffy," Willow told her, her voice fierce, "All she has ever done has tried to help us. She even stopped training with Angel for you." Buffy felt her own anger fill her, making her lash out.
"You don't see what I see," Buffy spat, "The way he touches her. The way he looks at her. The way they look at each other! He's supposed to be mine, but it's always felt like he's belonged to her!"
"Angel isn't a thing that belongs to anyone Buffy," Cordelia said, stepping beside Willow. The tension was mounting in the room, and Giles knew that angered enough Buffy would get into a physical fight with Cordelia.
"Enough," Giles said, his voice loud and full of command. All of the teenagers turned their heads towards him, waiting for his next order, but he looked directly at Buffy.
"We will focus on trying to get Alandra out Buffy," Giles told her. She opened her mouth to argue but he cut her off with a glare.
"Even with the help Alandra has always tried to provide us, you can't let your anger get in the way of what is right. We don't know what Angelus is doing to her in there, and getting her out is of the upmost importance. We'll find a way to restore his soul later on. Do I make myself clear," Giles told her, waiting for her answer.
"Yes Giles," Buffy said, her voice almost petulant as she grabbed some weapons and stomped out of the library, leaving the others alone.
"Do you think he'll kill her Giles," Willow asked. She sounded so innocent that it made Giles want to cry. To know that Alandra was in Angelus's clutches was enough to make him weep in and of itself.
"No. She's important to Angel, so she'll be important to her. What that entails I'm not sure, but I know it's not good," Giles replied honestly. Willow nodded before sitting at the table and beginning researching again. They had to get Alandra out, no matter what.
