Part Two
Dawn's legs almost went out from under her. "A- Angelus? But in order for you to be him, then that means -"
"- That my soul is gone. And the correct answer goes to our very own Dawn Summers. Now for the reward, let's see..." Angelus took a step towards her and leaned against the doorframe connecting the living room to the main hallway. "I think I know just the prize for you." His tongue flicked out and he ran it along his bottom lip.
Dawn's feet automatically started walking backwards towards the dining room. "Can't we see what's behind door number three first?" She felt the dining room chair against her legs and started moving faster along the rectangular table, trying to gain some distance from him.
Angelus shook his head. "Now where would the fun be if you got to choose? I think it's always better when I pick the fun activity." He lifted the table up and hefted it towards the right side of the room. "I also think its better when I have more room to work in, that cage the gang had me in was a little cramped for my style."
She reached the doorway to the kitchen and broke into a run, not looking behind her. She blew through the kitchen and back into the main hallway. She ran towards the front door but Angelus stepped out in front of it and Dawn turned sharply and ran up the stairs instead.
He chuckled to himself. "Now why does everyone head up the stairs? Its such a cliche don't you think Dawnie?" He started up the stairs, taking one at a time, letting her think that she was actually getting somewhere when in reality she was trapped; there was no way out. He reached the top step and started down the hallway whistling as he went. "Come out come out wherever you are. You know you're just making yourself taste even better then before, just come out now and I promise it'll be quick." He passed by the bathroom, barely giving it a first glance and paused when he came to Joyce's old bedroom. He walked in and peered around the room. He kicked underneath the bed and when his foot connected with air he walked back out of the room. He opened the door to Buffy's room on the opposite side of the hallway and grinned. Old memories, Angel's memories, flooded back to him. The window where they would kiss goodnight at; the closet where he spent the day once. He walked over to her dresser and saw the silver cross he had given her on their first meeting laying with some other jewelry. His hand grasped the cross and he could feel it burning a mark into his skin. He laughed and tossed it on the floor before exiting the room.
The last door was Dawn's room on the other side of the hallway. He kicked open the door and grabbed the back of Dawn's shirt just as she was climbing out the open window. "Not so fast, we're not done having fun yet remember?" His grip tightened and he threw her against the opposite wall, her body crumpling on the floor. She slowly got up into a sitting position and tried her hardest not to look afraid because she knew that would just make him love it even more. As if reading her mind Angelus went on. "You can be scared Dawnie, hell if I was you right now I'd be pretty fucking petrified."
He leaned down so that he was eye level with her and tilted her chin up to look at him. "You know, they say that Slayer blood is the most delicious thing you can taste, but I think something else is." He raked a nail down the side of her face. "And she's sitting right in front of me." He leaned down and licked the drop of blood off her cheek. "How convenient." He reached out and grabbed both of her wrists and pulled her closer to him.
Dawn wriggled in his grasp, trying to break free of his hold but he was too strong. She screamed, her voice echoing off the walls of the empty house. He snickered, his lips twisting into a sinister smile. "Now see here I was thinking good ol' Cordy was the screamer but you just proved me wrong." He slammed her body down against the floor and looked down at her. "I love the shirt Dawn, blue is just so your color." He took the cloth and ripped it in half, the buttons flying to either side of the room.
Hot tears sprung to Dawn's eyes. "Please, Angel don't do this, please, there must be some part of you still in there who-"
Angel slapped her across the face. "Been there, heard that. You big sis thought that too. And you know where that story ended up."
"Yeah, I think it ended with you going to Hell." Dawn lifted her arm up and punched him in the face.
He laughed. "Ohh that hurts, really it does." He mockingly placed his hand above his heart and pinned both her arms back down with one hand then tore her shirt off throwing it behind him. He climbed on top of her pinning her legs down as well. He leaned down and whispered into her ear. "So did you ever think I'd be your first?" He tilted his head and kissed her hard, his lips bruising her own. She squirmed underneath him. "Sweetie, you're just making me harder by moving around like that, but please, don't stop on my account." He looked down at her lace bra. "Damn, look at what Mother Nature - no wait, monks created." His hand snaked up and lightly grazed the fabric. "You really are just what the doctor ordered. Sorry if I get a little rough, it has been awhile since my little friend saw some action and foreplay just isn't my forte."
Dawn couldn't help the tears sliding down her face anymore. She tried to be strong, tried to escape but like Xander, she didn't have superpowers, she couldn't protect herself like the others could. Giving up would be like giving into him but she didn't know what other options she had. She looked around the room for something to grab onto but nothing was within reach. She glanced out of the open doorway from her room and saw Xander standing there, his eyes narrowed with anger. She looked back at Angelus who hadn't noticed him standing there and before he could turn, Xander cracked him in the head with a baseball bat. He hit the floor and was about to stand up when Xander slammed the bat into his head again and again until Angelus groaned and hit the floor again with a loud thud.
Xander dropped the bat and leaned down in front of Dawn. His eyes saddened at the sight of her. Her hair was wild and chaotic looking and he could see the tear tracks down the sides of her face. He also noticed the lack of a shirt and gently pulled her up into a sitting position. "Oh God. Dawn, what happened?" He felt her arms go around him and he hugged her back. "Let's get our asses out of here before he wakes up and then you can tell me everything ok?" Dawn nodded. Xander got up and helped her stand, then grabbed the bat off the floor. He put an arm around her and they quickly went down the stairs and out the front door to his car.
Dawn's legs almost went out from under her. "A- Angelus? But in order for you to be him, then that means -"
"- That my soul is gone. And the correct answer goes to our very own Dawn Summers. Now for the reward, let's see..." Angelus took a step towards her and leaned against the doorframe connecting the living room to the main hallway. "I think I know just the prize for you." His tongue flicked out and he ran it along his bottom lip.
Dawn's feet automatically started walking backwards towards the dining room. "Can't we see what's behind door number three first?" She felt the dining room chair against her legs and started moving faster along the rectangular table, trying to gain some distance from him.
Angelus shook his head. "Now where would the fun be if you got to choose? I think it's always better when I pick the fun activity." He lifted the table up and hefted it towards the right side of the room. "I also think its better when I have more room to work in, that cage the gang had me in was a little cramped for my style."
She reached the doorway to the kitchen and broke into a run, not looking behind her. She blew through the kitchen and back into the main hallway. She ran towards the front door but Angelus stepped out in front of it and Dawn turned sharply and ran up the stairs instead.
He chuckled to himself. "Now why does everyone head up the stairs? Its such a cliche don't you think Dawnie?" He started up the stairs, taking one at a time, letting her think that she was actually getting somewhere when in reality she was trapped; there was no way out. He reached the top step and started down the hallway whistling as he went. "Come out come out wherever you are. You know you're just making yourself taste even better then before, just come out now and I promise it'll be quick." He passed by the bathroom, barely giving it a first glance and paused when he came to Joyce's old bedroom. He walked in and peered around the room. He kicked underneath the bed and when his foot connected with air he walked back out of the room. He opened the door to Buffy's room on the opposite side of the hallway and grinned. Old memories, Angel's memories, flooded back to him. The window where they would kiss goodnight at; the closet where he spent the day once. He walked over to her dresser and saw the silver cross he had given her on their first meeting laying with some other jewelry. His hand grasped the cross and he could feel it burning a mark into his skin. He laughed and tossed it on the floor before exiting the room.
The last door was Dawn's room on the other side of the hallway. He kicked open the door and grabbed the back of Dawn's shirt just as she was climbing out the open window. "Not so fast, we're not done having fun yet remember?" His grip tightened and he threw her against the opposite wall, her body crumpling on the floor. She slowly got up into a sitting position and tried her hardest not to look afraid because she knew that would just make him love it even more. As if reading her mind Angelus went on. "You can be scared Dawnie, hell if I was you right now I'd be pretty fucking petrified."
He leaned down so that he was eye level with her and tilted her chin up to look at him. "You know, they say that Slayer blood is the most delicious thing you can taste, but I think something else is." He raked a nail down the side of her face. "And she's sitting right in front of me." He leaned down and licked the drop of blood off her cheek. "How convenient." He reached out and grabbed both of her wrists and pulled her closer to him.
Dawn wriggled in his grasp, trying to break free of his hold but he was too strong. She screamed, her voice echoing off the walls of the empty house. He snickered, his lips twisting into a sinister smile. "Now see here I was thinking good ol' Cordy was the screamer but you just proved me wrong." He slammed her body down against the floor and looked down at her. "I love the shirt Dawn, blue is just so your color." He took the cloth and ripped it in half, the buttons flying to either side of the room.
Hot tears sprung to Dawn's eyes. "Please, Angel don't do this, please, there must be some part of you still in there who-"
Angel slapped her across the face. "Been there, heard that. You big sis thought that too. And you know where that story ended up."
"Yeah, I think it ended with you going to Hell." Dawn lifted her arm up and punched him in the face.
He laughed. "Ohh that hurts, really it does." He mockingly placed his hand above his heart and pinned both her arms back down with one hand then tore her shirt off throwing it behind him. He climbed on top of her pinning her legs down as well. He leaned down and whispered into her ear. "So did you ever think I'd be your first?" He tilted his head and kissed her hard, his lips bruising her own. She squirmed underneath him. "Sweetie, you're just making me harder by moving around like that, but please, don't stop on my account." He looked down at her lace bra. "Damn, look at what Mother Nature - no wait, monks created." His hand snaked up and lightly grazed the fabric. "You really are just what the doctor ordered. Sorry if I get a little rough, it has been awhile since my little friend saw some action and foreplay just isn't my forte."
Dawn couldn't help the tears sliding down her face anymore. She tried to be strong, tried to escape but like Xander, she didn't have superpowers, she couldn't protect herself like the others could. Giving up would be like giving into him but she didn't know what other options she had. She looked around the room for something to grab onto but nothing was within reach. She glanced out of the open doorway from her room and saw Xander standing there, his eyes narrowed with anger. She looked back at Angelus who hadn't noticed him standing there and before he could turn, Xander cracked him in the head with a baseball bat. He hit the floor and was about to stand up when Xander slammed the bat into his head again and again until Angelus groaned and hit the floor again with a loud thud.
Xander dropped the bat and leaned down in front of Dawn. His eyes saddened at the sight of her. Her hair was wild and chaotic looking and he could see the tear tracks down the sides of her face. He also noticed the lack of a shirt and gently pulled her up into a sitting position. "Oh God. Dawn, what happened?" He felt her arms go around him and he hugged her back. "Let's get our asses out of here before he wakes up and then you can tell me everything ok?" Dawn nodded. Xander got up and helped her stand, then grabbed the bat off the floor. He put an arm around her and they quickly went down the stairs and out the front door to his car.