Crawford Mansion
Wine Cellar
"Wake up..." The distant whispering sound of a deep soft voice entered Jenny's ears and scrambled in her mind. "... Wake up..." The voice said again but Jenny could not piece the words together coherently, "... Wake up..."
With an inhaled gasp, Jenny's eyes flew open. The world around spun around in a purple haze making her feel nauseated. The ground under her was cold and hard making her body hurt even more so.
Jenny tried to blink her blurred vision away and noticed a large dark mass beside her shifting. She blinked again coming more into focus.
"Hi," Angelus said laying on his stomach watching her closely. "How are you feeling? I'm sorry the ground isn't too comfortable. I thought about putting a carpet down but..." Angelus trailed off scratching the top of his head. "Then I thought about a pillow. I mean, you can see my dilemma there, right? I didn't want to make you too comfortable because where's the fun in that? You are a very good sleeper, Jenny. Not noisy at all..." Angelus shifted onto his side holding his head up with one hand and continued his ramble, "So how are you feeling? A little dizzy, a bit confused—I get that. I mean, I really do." Angelus meaningfully told her. "But all I want is to make my girl happy."
Jenny stared at the evil vampire with terrified confusion.
"And do you know what makes my girl the happiest, Jenny?" Angelus shifted again getting closer to the disoriented brunette, resting his chin on his fists. "Torturing a gypsy. I'm not sure where her hatred for gypsies is derived from—possibly memories of her Sire; He's part gypsy or something..." Angelus paused holding a finger over his lips stopping his babbling. "Forgive me, I have the tendency to ramble when I'm a little nervous. I know what you're thinking, 'Why, Angelus, why are so nervous?'" Angelus mimicked a woman's voice in the place of Jenny's. "It's just, she doesn't know that you're here and her face when she finds out—well, it makes me nervous. Do you ever feel like that? I mean, does 'ole Rupes makes you feel like that? A little nervous?" Angelus rolled onto his back staring up at the ceiling. "Even after a hundred and forty years, Buffy still makes me nervous. She's just so beautiful, it makes me all mushy inside." His features were hauntingly dark making Jenny shiver with fright.
The door of the wine cellar opened.
Angelus' eye did not move from Jenny's face. His face lit the louder the clacks of high-heeled shoes come closer to them.
"What do we have here?" Elizabeth said looking down at Jenny with a highbrow.
Angelus sat up immediately from the ground and grinned looking up at his lover. "I brought you a playmate, my love." Angelus got to his feet and moved around Elizabeth, wrapping his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. "I caught on to your not-so-subtle hints, Buffy. 'Gypsy this' and 'Gypsy that'." He mimicked her breathless voice. "Did you really think I wouldn't hear you? It's impossible not to."
Elizabeth stepped out of his arms to face him slightly offended, "I am not that loud."
"It's not the volume of your voice, it's the incessant amount you do talk." He fired back.
Elizabeth glared at him, piercing her lips, "Well, excuse me, Mr Tall-Dark-and-Brooding. I don't know if you hear me half the time because you have no expression on your face! What the hell are you broody about anyway? It's not like you have a conscious!"
Angelus rolled his eyes holding his hands to his hips. He looked down at Jenny watching the couple argue. "Can you believe this? I go out of my way to do something nice for her," Angelus bent down picking up Jenny's limp body and pressed against the stone wall. He handcuffed a chain around one wrist then the other. "And she argues with me because I don't talk nearly as much as she does? Because I don't let the entire world what I'm thinking? And she still hasn't said, 'Thank you, Angelus.'" He eyed his mate with irritation.
Releasing an unneeded breath, Elizabeth stepped forward and draped her wrists around Angelus' shoulders. "Thank you, Angelus. She's perfect."
Satisfied, Angelus dropped his annoyance act and smirked, "Anything for you, my Buffy." He rubbed his nose against hers.
Elizabeth stepped forward to stand in front of the gypsy computer teacher and looked her once over. "You are very pretty. Giles is a lucky man. But I wonder," Elizabeth tilted her head to the side thoughtfully, "will he still love you if you were disfigured?"
Angelus wrapped an arm around Elizabeth's chest handing her a scalpel.
The blonde vampire smiled never removing her eyes from Jenny's taking the scalpel into her hand. "Shh, this will only hurt for a minute, pet." Elizabeth stabbed the scalpel into Jenny's stomach. The scalpel was too short to do any real damage but it nevertheless hurt like hell. Jenny yelped in pain squeezing her eyes shut desperately trying to wake from the nightmare she was having.
Sunnydale High Library
"Jenny's been taken," Giles said in a panic.
Faith stared at her Watcher with surprise while the rest of the room gasped.
"What? Why? By who?" Willow asked.
"Who do you think?" Faith turned her eyes from the redhead to Giles. She stood from the chair she sat at the table and went into the cage locker for weapons. "There is only one duo I can think of that is hellbent on making our lives a living hell."
"You mean, Buffy and Angelus took her?" Xander asked.
"Who else would?" Giles removed his glasses. "We need to get her back, immediately. I'm going with you, Faith." He went to the weapons locker picking up a sharp axe.
Faith opened her mouth to protest but Giles would have none of it.
"No, Faith, Jenny is my responsibility. I am going."
"Fine, but try not to get dead." Faith said hooking a crossbow around her body and a barrel of arrows. "You guys stay here. Beep the pager if something bad happens?"
Cordelia looked around with a fright, "If something bad happens? You mean like psycho Buffy and her crazy boyfriend come looking for us next?"
"That would qualify as 'something bad' happening," Oz said sitting in a chair beside Willow.
Faith and Giles used the back exit behind the book stacks to leave campus undetected by Principal Snyder.
Two Hours Later
Crawford Mansion
Jenny's screams bounced off of the stone walls but still, no one could hear her cries of agony. Angelus sat on his knees with a sharp needle. He carved decorative and elaborate gypsy designs on her stomach and chest tattooing her body.
Elizabeth sat in a wood chair behind Angelus balancing a Cosmopolitan magazine on her knee. She flipped through the pages not really reading any of the articles. She skipped to the couples quiz on the last page of the magazine.
"Here's one," Elizabeth glanced up from the magazine to Angelus then continued on, "When it comes to sex positions, you: A. Change it up every night; The wilder, the better. B. Stick to the old favourites; There's nothing wrong with missionary. Or C. Sometimes changes it up but mostly stick with the classics." Elizabeth looked up at Angelus curiously.
Angelus drew his hand back examining his artistry, "Well, love, you should know the answer to that by now."
"Of course. What was I thinking?" Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "I'll just check off, 'A'. You're having sex with a man—" she looked up from the question hearing Angelus' jealous growl, "Not of that. It's just a question, Angel." She continued, "What are you thinking about? Well, there isn't much thinking." She checked off another answer. "Blah, blah, blah..." Elizabeth continued checking off the answers to the following questions until reaching the ultimate answer. "You got, 'A Master In The Bedroom'. Well, done, honey!" Elizabeth smiled up at him. "You've got great sex down: it's having confidence and being adventurous, and yadda, yadda, yadda..." Elizabeth dropped the magazine on the ground with a long sigh and stood from the chair.
Angelus sensed her approaching and stood to his feet. He placed the needle he's been militating Jenny's body with on a small table. Elizabeth wrapped her arms around him and peered around his arm examining Angelus' work with a critical eye.
"So, what do you think?" He asked placing his hand over hers and brought it to his cool lips.
A small smile tugged at Elizabeth's lips. "You know how much I love to see your drawings. Breathtaking, my love." Without warning, Angelus grasped Elizabeth's wrists, spinning her into his arms and slammed her back up against the stone rigid wall, directly beside Jenny.
His mouth immediately found her the exposed skin of her cleavage. He drew his head back and tenderly touched her cheek, "I only aim to please you." He leant in closer, inches from her lips. "That's all I ever wanted to do," Angelus said as his hands slid down the sides of her body. Slowly, he lifted the hem of the dress up her thighs and reached inside to her centre.
Elizabeth's moaned with pleasure as his fingers slid in and out of her, manipulating her body. "I only ever wanted was to be pleased."
Angelus dipped his head down capturing her mouth in a violent, yet passionate kiss. Ignoring her sigh of disappointment when he removed his fingers from her centre, Angelus quickly unzipped the front of his leather pants and took out his standing cock.
Elizabeth broke the kiss, turning her chin to look at Jenny. She grinned at the bloody woman hanging on the wall. Elizabeth bit her bottom lip when Angelus entered her without warning. Her fingernails dug into hair, scraping his scalp.
Drawing his head back, Angelus vamped out. Elizabeth's hands slid from his hair and around his face. She felt the spark of their powerful bond heating between them as if they were living.
Pressing their foreheads together, Elizabeth and Angelus slowly shifted their heated gaze from one another to the tortured and battered woman hanging beside them. The last thing Jenny remembered seeing before her vision went black was their demonic faces wildly grinning at her as they climaxed together.