Angelus woke up with an incessant pounding in his temples. He groaned and tried to move. He snapped awake when he found he couldn't. His wrists were shackled and chained, chains he himself had installed, connecting him to a rather thick wall. He was in the mansion. In fact, he was in the very room he had designed for his and Dru's...play times. He laughed. No way was this happening. What the hell?
He was in so much shock that he had to laugh at the situation instead of go into a mad rage and pull the damn things out of the wall, though he knew that could never be done. These chains were made so that none could escape them unless they had the key or spell.
He was so busy chuckling he didn't notice the petite blonde sitting in the corner, hands folded on her lap, crossbow resting on the ground next to a large tote bag. A tote bag most likely filled with things she would need if things shouldn't go as planned. When he finally did notice he looked up and gave a smile. A vicious, taunting smile that said, "you think you're hot shit now don't you?"
"Hey Buffy. What's up?" He asked, as if they were old friends, and he wasn't chained to a wall in a small room downstairs. She gave him a disgusted look and stood up, picking up the cross bow. "Shut up," she stated calmly and shortly, turning away from him to calm her nerves.
"Woo," Angelus said, throwing up his hands in mock submission. "Don't get your panties in a bunch." He gave her a wicked look, "You're cute lacey panties." She spun around and landed a kick in his face. He didn't expect that.
"Shut the fuck up Angelus," she said again. Blood ran down his chin from his nose and he licked it up. "What? You don't want to remember our night baby?" She clenched her teeth and fists. "That wasn't us, Angelus, that was Angel, you'll never be him." It was something she had had to learn as well.
He shrugged as best as he could with the chains on. "Whatever, but I still remember it, in fact, I remember everything about you. The way you giggle when I touch that little spot behind your knee, and the way you squirm when someone kisses the crook in your shoulder."
Buffy stared him down, every nerve in her body screamed to kick his ass. But she held onto her cool. "Fuck you," she spat out. "We've already done that dance honey," Angelus jeered. "In fact, you've seemed to do that dance with more than just me too." He was doing his best to get her pissed. People in a mad frenzy didn't think straight, and that's what he was hoping for Buffy.
At that moment Spike walked in. "'Ello pops," Spike said cheerily as he buttoned up his shirt. Angelus' insides started to twist inside him. He wanted nothing more than to rip Spike to shreds. "Well, looky looky, you're chained to a wall. How did that happen?" Actually, Angelus had been wondering the same thing, but pride prevented him from asking Buffy. He knew that he had gotten one upped, and it wasn't something he wanted to admit to.
"I can answer that question," Spike replied to himself. "What's behind door number one Buffy?" Buffy walked through the door and then returned, tugging a female vampire behind her. A female vampire with blonde hair and a petite stature. Angelus cursed under his breath. They had tricked him. Buffy must have been behind the door when he walked in and knocked him out. Shit.
Spike laughed. "Sorry, Angelus, looks like you've lost." Spike turned and shoved a stake into the female vampire's heart, she exploded to dust. "Any questions?" Spike asked as he looked around the room as if there was an audience. "Who's our next volunteer?" He looked wickedly at Angelus.
Angelus spat at him. "Fuck off Spike." Spike laughed. "No hard feelings Granddad?" He turned to walk out the door then turned back. "Forgot something." He kicked Angelus harshly in the stomach then the face, turned, grabbed Buffy, and kissed her roughly on the mouth.
Buffy couldn't believe he was manhandling her like this. But then...this was the last time she would see him wasn't it? He was leaving with Dru in five minutes...She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. Spike reached down and squeezed her ass.
Angelus was close to the edge now. Spike was groping her and she was just letting him. No good goddamn fucking slut whore. She was a whore, a filthy bitch. He continued to mumble obscenities in his head, most not making much sense, until Spike finally pulled away. "Later love," he said, and walked out.
Buffy watched him go. That was it. 'Later love'? She sighed. It was better this way anyway wasn't it? Angelus looked at her. "That's gotta hurt doesn't it? Two guys dumping you for Dru. Two guys dumping you after you screwed their brains out. You really must be bad." Buffy stared at him, temples throbbing. "I guess you'll always be second best Buffy." Don't let him get to you, don't let him get to you, she told herself, even though her heart strings tugged when she thought of Spike with that psycho harlot.
She didn't even know why she hadn't killed Angelus yet. She should just stake him and be over with it. But this wasn't something you could just do. . .She wasn't ready for this yet. She needed more time. Time, she laughed quietly to herself. The more time she sat here listening to his words the more poisoned her mind would become.
She pointed the crossbow at him. "You're fucked Angelus," she said, and pulled the trigger.
He was in so much shock that he had to laugh at the situation instead of go into a mad rage and pull the damn things out of the wall, though he knew that could never be done. These chains were made so that none could escape them unless they had the key or spell.
He was so busy chuckling he didn't notice the petite blonde sitting in the corner, hands folded on her lap, crossbow resting on the ground next to a large tote bag. A tote bag most likely filled with things she would need if things shouldn't go as planned. When he finally did notice he looked up and gave a smile. A vicious, taunting smile that said, "you think you're hot shit now don't you?"
"Hey Buffy. What's up?" He asked, as if they were old friends, and he wasn't chained to a wall in a small room downstairs. She gave him a disgusted look and stood up, picking up the cross bow. "Shut up," she stated calmly and shortly, turning away from him to calm her nerves.
"Woo," Angelus said, throwing up his hands in mock submission. "Don't get your panties in a bunch." He gave her a wicked look, "You're cute lacey panties." She spun around and landed a kick in his face. He didn't expect that.
"Shut the fuck up Angelus," she said again. Blood ran down his chin from his nose and he licked it up. "What? You don't want to remember our night baby?" She clenched her teeth and fists. "That wasn't us, Angelus, that was Angel, you'll never be him." It was something she had had to learn as well.
He shrugged as best as he could with the chains on. "Whatever, but I still remember it, in fact, I remember everything about you. The way you giggle when I touch that little spot behind your knee, and the way you squirm when someone kisses the crook in your shoulder."
Buffy stared him down, every nerve in her body screamed to kick his ass. But she held onto her cool. "Fuck you," she spat out. "We've already done that dance honey," Angelus jeered. "In fact, you've seemed to do that dance with more than just me too." He was doing his best to get her pissed. People in a mad frenzy didn't think straight, and that's what he was hoping for Buffy.
At that moment Spike walked in. "'Ello pops," Spike said cheerily as he buttoned up his shirt. Angelus' insides started to twist inside him. He wanted nothing more than to rip Spike to shreds. "Well, looky looky, you're chained to a wall. How did that happen?" Actually, Angelus had been wondering the same thing, but pride prevented him from asking Buffy. He knew that he had gotten one upped, and it wasn't something he wanted to admit to.
"I can answer that question," Spike replied to himself. "What's behind door number one Buffy?" Buffy walked through the door and then returned, tugging a female vampire behind her. A female vampire with blonde hair and a petite stature. Angelus cursed under his breath. They had tricked him. Buffy must have been behind the door when he walked in and knocked him out. Shit.
Spike laughed. "Sorry, Angelus, looks like you've lost." Spike turned and shoved a stake into the female vampire's heart, she exploded to dust. "Any questions?" Spike asked as he looked around the room as if there was an audience. "Who's our next volunteer?" He looked wickedly at Angelus.
Angelus spat at him. "Fuck off Spike." Spike laughed. "No hard feelings Granddad?" He turned to walk out the door then turned back. "Forgot something." He kicked Angelus harshly in the stomach then the face, turned, grabbed Buffy, and kissed her roughly on the mouth.
Buffy couldn't believe he was manhandling her like this. But then...this was the last time she would see him wasn't it? He was leaving with Dru in five minutes...She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. Spike reached down and squeezed her ass.
Angelus was close to the edge now. Spike was groping her and she was just letting him. No good goddamn fucking slut whore. She was a whore, a filthy bitch. He continued to mumble obscenities in his head, most not making much sense, until Spike finally pulled away. "Later love," he said, and walked out.
Buffy watched him go. That was it. 'Later love'? She sighed. It was better this way anyway wasn't it? Angelus looked at her. "That's gotta hurt doesn't it? Two guys dumping you for Dru. Two guys dumping you after you screwed their brains out. You really must be bad." Buffy stared at him, temples throbbing. "I guess you'll always be second best Buffy." Don't let him get to you, don't let him get to you, she told herself, even though her heart strings tugged when she thought of Spike with that psycho harlot.
She didn't even know why she hadn't killed Angelus yet. She should just stake him and be over with it. But this wasn't something you could just do. . .She wasn't ready for this yet. She needed more time. Time, she laughed quietly to herself. The more time she sat here listening to his words the more poisoned her mind would become.
She pointed the crossbow at him. "You're fucked Angelus," she said, and pulled the trigger.