Chapter Four
A wide smile settled across Buffy's lips as she saw the results of her spell.
"Glad you could join me," she answered, dropping the sword that was stained with dark blood.
Angelus looked up at the petite, dark haired Slayer standing before him. The light was gone from her eyes, blood covered the tight black top she wore and she looked…
Beautiful.
Standing up slowly, he kept his eyes on her, raking over her supple figure.
"What was that?" he asked.
"I knew you would come to me…" she said. "It's amazing what you can do with simple ingredients and a few words."
Nodding, the demon smirked, "Knew you had it in you, Buff."
"Wasn't exactly in me…just had to know the right people." Buffy took a breath as she figured out her plans. "Right, so they think you are still Angel. If you go back you can find out where they have taken Andrew and Jonathon and let me know. I tried to do a location spell but they have some kind of shield around them."
"What makes you think I am going to follow your orders…when I can think of much more interesting things to do?" Angelus said, looking at her suggestively.
"There is no time for messing around," Buffy replied, as he pulled her through a gateway into the nearby cemetery.
He stopped, stepped towards her and ran his finger down her cheek. "Come on, you know you want to." Pulling her nearer, he met her lips forcefully; she gave in and responded, their tongues battling for dominance. Angelus slid his arms around her waist and ran his large hands up her back and then, before she could do anything, he dropped his weight on her so that they fell backwards onto the grass. Never once stopping, he carried on and ripped the shirt off of her. He grinned as the blood of a few different people tantalised his senses, not to mention Xander lying only a few feet away from them.
He paused, his eyes flicking over her already bruised body. He growled deep in his throat. Ignoring him, she took the chance to pull at his shirt, the buttons popping and flying off. She smoothed her palms over his defined chest, before raking her nails across it, ruining the pale smoothness with dark red lines.
He moaned and in one swift motion yanked her pants down, without breaking away from her hot inferno of a mouth. Doing the same to him, Buffy groaned as he plunged into her without thought.
"Angelus," she sighed.
He pulled out of her and smoothed out her hair in a tender way. Confused, but not wanting to spoil the moment she pulled him back towards her and held him tightly against her.
"Fuck me," Buffy demanded.
Angelus began to move much faster, their hips hitting each other's violently as they built up a rhythm. Buffy groaned loudly as she climaxed and seconds later Angelus followed suit.
"My dark Goddess, I knew you would be exquisite without a soul," he murmured as they lay in the night.
Buffy ignored him, pushing him off her and pulling her torn shirt on as best she could. She stood up and slipped her pants back on over the slim hips.
He soon followed suit, quickly pulling his clothes back on.
"Can you do what I asked before?" Buffy inquired. "Pretend to be Angel and find out where they were taken?" She glanced over at her once best friend lying in a pool of blood. "Or we could just torture him?"
"His pulse is still beating," Angelus agreed, "albeit slowly."
"I'm sure we will find some way to wake him," Buffy grinned.
Lilah hurried along the corridor back to her office. A last minute meeting had been called and she hadn't been able to get out of it. She had no choice but to leave Drusilla alone with her guard.
She heard a moan and began to jog; opening the door she stopped dead at what she saw.
The guard lay on the desk naked, with Drusilla on top of him. She turned to look at Lilah as she walked in, blood dropping down her face.
"Dru! Get off him," Lilah growled, watching as she slid off him, the body falling to the floor with a thud.
"I got all excited." The insane vampire smiled, "Daddy came back,"
"Daddy? Angelus?" Lilah asked, a feeling of dread creeping up her spine. This wasn't supposed to happen…the Slayer going evil was supposed to make him lose hope, not become Angelus.
"Xan-der." Buffy sing-songed.
His eyes snapped open as he took in the scene in front of him. He was in the mansion, chained to the wall. A vast array of sharp and blunt weapons were spread in front of him, and Buffy was sitting cross-legged on the floor holding a glinting knife in her hand. He looked down at his stomach, a white bandage tightly binding it.
"What's going on?" Xander asked, knowing it was a stupid question as he said it.
"Now then Xand, you know something that I want to know and just how am I going to find it out?" Buffy said, running the blunt side of the blade across her palm. He eyed it nervously.
"You know I can't tell you. If I do, and you kill them…you will never forgive yourself when you are our Buffy again," Xander said.
"Don't you get it Xander?" Buffy explained, "I will never be her again. In so much pain I could barely breathe, while my friends didn't give a shit. Why would I want to go back to that?"
"Because we need you," he whispered brokenly.
"You need me," she groused. "That's how it always is. You don't trust me to make my own decisions; even dying you took away from me. You only trust me when you need me." As she spoke, she slowly ran the blade down his arm, marvelling at the way the blood seeped through and trickled down after the cold metal.
"We can make this quick, or we can make this last a long time, and I have awhile to spare."
Xander whimpered and pushed himself as far against the wall as he could. "You just wanna know where they are?"
"That's all." Buffy nodded, slowly putting the instrument back on the floor.
"They have both gone to…" Xander started. Buffy smiled, waiting eagerly. "Timbuktu."
Her fist swung round and struck him, with a loud crunch. "Don't play the hero now Xander," she warned, spitting the words out angrily. "I will kill you and every person you care for until you tell me where they are. I will start with Anya, Willow, Giles and cause them the most amount of pain I possible can."
He choked back a sob and squeezed his eyes tight as he whispered quietly, "They are in a motel, halfway between here and LA."
"Angel!" she called, believing his words. "Come on."
Hurrying towards the door, she grabbed one of his leather coats left over from when he left three years ago and slid it on.
Angelus joined her as they strode out the door and started the walk towards his car, which was parked near the Magic Box.
"He was too easy," Buffy complained, with a pout. "Only had to threaten the Scoobys and he told me."
"You should have killed him," he growled, still mad he had lost the fight with her to snap the boy's neck.
"We might need him later. I will not keep going over this with you."
They split up when they reached the car, Buffy taking the car to drive to the motel, Angelus to go and keep the others at bay.
He got to the doorway of the Magic Box and pulled it open.
"Where's Xander?" Anya immediately asked.
"He went to look for Buffy at her house," he lied quickly, fighting the strong urge to wrap his hand around the blonde's small neck and squeeze it hard, until her lifeless body dropped to the floor. He forced his eyes away from her to look around. Glancing at Willow, he was taken aback to find her sitting against the wall with an Orb of Thesulah in front of her. Her eyes were black and she was whispering foreign words fast.
"What the hell is going on?" he yelled in a panic. He couldn't be banished again so quickly, not when he was free once again.
"Cordelia had a vision and rang us," Anya said, holding a large cross she had hid behind her back, out at him.
"I'll kill the little bitch!" he screamed as the familiar pain washed over him. "Damn," he muttered.
"The stars stopped whispering to me," Drusilla pouted. "Daddy didn't want to play."
"He is Angel again?" Lilah asked hopefully.
Drusilla ignored her as she walked over to the window. "When are you going to let me out to play?"
"You know you can't leave this room. That's the only reason you can be here." Lilah explained patiently for the sixth time. "And at the end, your Daddy will be back permanently," she lied.
Drusilla suddenly laughed loudly, "Slayer's gonna be bad."
A wide smile settled across Buffy's lips as she saw the results of her spell.
"Glad you could join me," she answered, dropping the sword that was stained with dark blood.
Angelus looked up at the petite, dark haired Slayer standing before him. The light was gone from her eyes, blood covered the tight black top she wore and she looked…
Beautiful.
Standing up slowly, he kept his eyes on her, raking over her supple figure.
"What was that?" he asked.
"I knew you would come to me…" she said. "It's amazing what you can do with simple ingredients and a few words."
Nodding, the demon smirked, "Knew you had it in you, Buff."
"Wasn't exactly in me…just had to know the right people." Buffy took a breath as she figured out her plans. "Right, so they think you are still Angel. If you go back you can find out where they have taken Andrew and Jonathon and let me know. I tried to do a location spell but they have some kind of shield around them."
"What makes you think I am going to follow your orders…when I can think of much more interesting things to do?" Angelus said, looking at her suggestively.
"There is no time for messing around," Buffy replied, as he pulled her through a gateway into the nearby cemetery.
He stopped, stepped towards her and ran his finger down her cheek. "Come on, you know you want to." Pulling her nearer, he met her lips forcefully; she gave in and responded, their tongues battling for dominance. Angelus slid his arms around her waist and ran his large hands up her back and then, before she could do anything, he dropped his weight on her so that they fell backwards onto the grass. Never once stopping, he carried on and ripped the shirt off of her. He grinned as the blood of a few different people tantalised his senses, not to mention Xander lying only a few feet away from them.
He paused, his eyes flicking over her already bruised body. He growled deep in his throat. Ignoring him, she took the chance to pull at his shirt, the buttons popping and flying off. She smoothed her palms over his defined chest, before raking her nails across it, ruining the pale smoothness with dark red lines.
He moaned and in one swift motion yanked her pants down, without breaking away from her hot inferno of a mouth. Doing the same to him, Buffy groaned as he plunged into her without thought.
"Angelus," she sighed.
He pulled out of her and smoothed out her hair in a tender way. Confused, but not wanting to spoil the moment she pulled him back towards her and held him tightly against her.
"Fuck me," Buffy demanded.
Angelus began to move much faster, their hips hitting each other's violently as they built up a rhythm. Buffy groaned loudly as she climaxed and seconds later Angelus followed suit.
"My dark Goddess, I knew you would be exquisite without a soul," he murmured as they lay in the night.
Buffy ignored him, pushing him off her and pulling her torn shirt on as best she could. She stood up and slipped her pants back on over the slim hips.
He soon followed suit, quickly pulling his clothes back on.
"Can you do what I asked before?" Buffy inquired. "Pretend to be Angel and find out where they were taken?" She glanced over at her once best friend lying in a pool of blood. "Or we could just torture him?"
"His pulse is still beating," Angelus agreed, "albeit slowly."
"I'm sure we will find some way to wake him," Buffy grinned.
Lilah hurried along the corridor back to her office. A last minute meeting had been called and she hadn't been able to get out of it. She had no choice but to leave Drusilla alone with her guard.
She heard a moan and began to jog; opening the door she stopped dead at what she saw.
The guard lay on the desk naked, with Drusilla on top of him. She turned to look at Lilah as she walked in, blood dropping down her face.
"Dru! Get off him," Lilah growled, watching as she slid off him, the body falling to the floor with a thud.
"I got all excited." The insane vampire smiled, "Daddy came back,"
"Daddy? Angelus?" Lilah asked, a feeling of dread creeping up her spine. This wasn't supposed to happen…the Slayer going evil was supposed to make him lose hope, not become Angelus.
"Xan-der." Buffy sing-songed.
His eyes snapped open as he took in the scene in front of him. He was in the mansion, chained to the wall. A vast array of sharp and blunt weapons were spread in front of him, and Buffy was sitting cross-legged on the floor holding a glinting knife in her hand. He looked down at his stomach, a white bandage tightly binding it.
"What's going on?" Xander asked, knowing it was a stupid question as he said it.
"Now then Xand, you know something that I want to know and just how am I going to find it out?" Buffy said, running the blunt side of the blade across her palm. He eyed it nervously.
"You know I can't tell you. If I do, and you kill them…you will never forgive yourself when you are our Buffy again," Xander said.
"Don't you get it Xander?" Buffy explained, "I will never be her again. In so much pain I could barely breathe, while my friends didn't give a shit. Why would I want to go back to that?"
"Because we need you," he whispered brokenly.
"You need me," she groused. "That's how it always is. You don't trust me to make my own decisions; even dying you took away from me. You only trust me when you need me." As she spoke, she slowly ran the blade down his arm, marvelling at the way the blood seeped through and trickled down after the cold metal.
"We can make this quick, or we can make this last a long time, and I have awhile to spare."
Xander whimpered and pushed himself as far against the wall as he could. "You just wanna know where they are?"
"That's all." Buffy nodded, slowly putting the instrument back on the floor.
"They have both gone to…" Xander started. Buffy smiled, waiting eagerly. "Timbuktu."
Her fist swung round and struck him, with a loud crunch. "Don't play the hero now Xander," she warned, spitting the words out angrily. "I will kill you and every person you care for until you tell me where they are. I will start with Anya, Willow, Giles and cause them the most amount of pain I possible can."
He choked back a sob and squeezed his eyes tight as he whispered quietly, "They are in a motel, halfway between here and LA."
"Angel!" she called, believing his words. "Come on."
Hurrying towards the door, she grabbed one of his leather coats left over from when he left three years ago and slid it on.
Angelus joined her as they strode out the door and started the walk towards his car, which was parked near the Magic Box.
"He was too easy," Buffy complained, with a pout. "Only had to threaten the Scoobys and he told me."
"You should have killed him," he growled, still mad he had lost the fight with her to snap the boy's neck.
"We might need him later. I will not keep going over this with you."
They split up when they reached the car, Buffy taking the car to drive to the motel, Angelus to go and keep the others at bay.
He got to the doorway of the Magic Box and pulled it open.
"Where's Xander?" Anya immediately asked.
"He went to look for Buffy at her house," he lied quickly, fighting the strong urge to wrap his hand around the blonde's small neck and squeeze it hard, until her lifeless body dropped to the floor. He forced his eyes away from her to look around. Glancing at Willow, he was taken aback to find her sitting against the wall with an Orb of Thesulah in front of her. Her eyes were black and she was whispering foreign words fast.
"What the hell is going on?" he yelled in a panic. He couldn't be banished again so quickly, not when he was free once again.
"Cordelia had a vision and rang us," Anya said, holding a large cross she had hid behind her back, out at him.
"I'll kill the little bitch!" he screamed as the familiar pain washed over him. "Damn," he muttered.
"The stars stopped whispering to me," Drusilla pouted. "Daddy didn't want to play."
"He is Angel again?" Lilah asked hopefully.
Drusilla ignored her as she walked over to the window. "When are you going to let me out to play?"
"You know you can't leave this room. That's the only reason you can be here." Lilah explained patiently for the sixth time. "And at the end, your Daddy will be back permanently," she lied.
Drusilla suddenly laughed loudly, "Slayer's gonna be bad."