I fixed this part so I can get it out now. The next one will hopefully come out on Saturday but I might not have time (sorry) but after that I don't know… anyway hope you enjoy.
Weasy
Part Fourteen
//though hate ain't cheaper it's built to last//
By the time Giles finally managed to see Buffy it was close to dawn. Angelus had finally moved from Buffy's side in order to escape the rays of the sun. He had conferred with Spike for a while before angrily telling Giles that it had been the council that had attacked her. Part of Giles was still shocked that he council had done this to his Slayer. Even with the knowledge that they had captured her against her will only a short week before did nothing to stem the deep betrayal that howled in his veins. They'd tried to kill her. The marks in her neck… the realisation came to him that they had wanted it to look like Angelus had killed her.
They'd found Willow after they'd found Buffy herself, slumped unconscious against the wall, and he had a deep suspicion they'd made her watch as they tortured... His stomach cramped and he swallowed quickly to avoid throwing up at the idea of it. She was okay physically and had told him about the conversation she'd had with Buffy earlier, about the council's connections with the initiative. And a little about what the initiative had done, what they had wanted to do. It wasn't making him feel any better. Willow certainly knew more than she had told them yet. And Giles' thoughts turned to Xander the boy Willow had been talking to in London – he certainly seemed indoctrinated by the council. Perhaps there was something more than she had mentioned. His thoughts filtered back to Buffy again and he supposed a silencing spell had been used around the room. But his head hurt with the inexplicable guilt, that he had been sitting in the room below her while she had been…
Giles walked the halls to Buffy's room, unaware of the wary eyes around him, lost in his misery. There was a policeman outside her room who eyed him cautiously as he entered the room. A nurse was fusing around a sleeping Buffy when he entered, she immediately stiffened at the sound of the door, spinning around she visibly relaxed when she saw him.
"Hello." Giles said softly. "Can I?" He motioned at the chair and she nodded finishing her duties quickly as he seated himself, before heading to the door.
"I'm glad there's someone else here for her. That man…" She trailed off when she saw the quiet smile on Giles face.
"He loves her very much." Was all he said, the nurse nodded and quickly left.
"Buffy." Giles sighed, taking her hand in his. He sat like that for nearly an hour before he added. "I'm sorry. For everything they've done to you. I'll make it right, I promise." Dropping a kiss to her fingers he dropped her hand and exited the room. Mentally he was all ready booking his flight to London.
When Buffy woke that evening Faith was just leaving her room. "Wait…" She croaked, and Faith spun around to see her sister slayer squinting at her from the bed. Squealing in a very un-Faith-ish manner she ran back to her friend and wrapped her arms around her in a hug. Buffy winced slightly at the pressure on her wounds and Faith immediately jumped back.
"Help me break out?" Buffy asked smiling wickedly.
"Hell yes!" She leaned closer conspiratorially "Your boyfriend beat up all the guards, so there's no one left to stop us anyway."
"Good." Buffy sat up and pulled at the IV tube in her arm, hissing in pain as the needle tore through her skin. "Hate hospitals. My cousin Celia died here."
"Yeah I remember." Faith replied and stepped back slightly glancing anxiously down the hallway as she was joined by the hulking shadow of Angelus. Buffy appeared not to notice, jumping out of her bed she looked down at the loose hospital robe she wore.
"Clothes?" She asked hopefully.
"Buffy. Stop." Angelus voice commanded from the doorway.
She frowned in displeasure. "No." She turned back to Faith. "Please?" Faith just shrugged apologetically and backed out the room. "Traitor!" Buffy called after her.
"Buffy, just get back in bed." Angelus told her again.
"No." She told him again, her eyes hardened with fear. "Angelus, I can't stay here."
His eyes showed his fear for her condition and sighing she sat on the bed. "I could have you moved to a Los Angeles hospital would you prefer that?" He tried instead.
"Angelus, I hate hospitals! I don't care which hospital you put me in you can't make me stay." She told him crossing her arms over her chest.
"You will stay until the doctors say you are better." He told her.
"I don't need the doctor to tell me I'm better." Jumping back off the bed she started searching the cabinet next to the bed for something to wear.
"Buffy…" He started again.
"No!" She stalked toward him poking him angrily in the chest. "You can't tell me what to do! This is my life, and I am not staying in this hospital any longer!" Standing back she set her hands on her hips and openly glared at her lover.
Angelus sighed deeply. "Do you swear you'll tell me if anything is wrong." She nodded. "And you'll go to the hospital if you're in pain." She nodded again.
"Fine." Pulling a bag from behind him he tossed it to her, puzzled she opened it and laughed at the pile of neatly folded clothes inside.
"I guess Giles told you I didn't like hospitals huh?" she laughed. Un ashamedly stripping in front of him, she rooted through the bag. "So what's the whole thing about LA?" She asked distracting him from the lust filled gaze he'd been trailing over her body.
"Well you said your mom was supposed to be visiting you at some point. And since Sunnydale isn't looking particularly safe for you I figured I could just move the Aurelius headquarters there." He told her.
"Don't you have to stay here?" She asked distractedly trying to decide between the selection of tops he'd brought.
"No. Spike has kept everything ordered here and he can keep doing so, Whereas Penn let Los Angeles run riot." He bit back a growl of displeasure at his childe's actions.
"Penn?" Buffy queried the name ringing faint bells in her mind. "Oh! I killed him."
"Oh." Angelus replied, uncertain how to take that news.
"He kidnapped a friend of mine." Buffy added. Angelus smiled feeling slightly better about his death. "Plus he had this weird thing about his parents." Rolling her eyes Buffy pulled on some pants, and Angelus once again felt his gaze settling on her now unbroken flesh as the leather trousers hid it from his view. Spinning around Buffy showed of her outfit. "What do you think?"
"I think you'd better get well soon." Angelus replied smirking.
"And why should I do that?" She replied innocently, sliding up next to him, and pressing her willing flesh into the smooth wall of muscle that was his chest. Slipping his hands over her bottom he pulled her closer and into his evident arousal. Laughing at his discomfort she slipped out of his grasp. "You've got to get me out of here first mister." She told him as she near skipped out the room.
Angelus followed closely behind her, openly glaring at the guard outside the room as he did so. The marked change in Buffy's behaviour… wasn't right. But right now he wasn't complaining.
Barely hours later the pair were settling into Buffy's apartment in Los Angeles. "I don't think your stuff is going to fit." Buffy told him grimly as she glanced around her small apartment. Her eyes settled on the door to Giles' room for a moment. Deep in thought she didn't even notice Angelus saying something to her. Lightly touching her on the shoulder she turned round to face him.
"Sorry. I just." Feeling tongue-tied she tried again. "I wish he hadn't gone to London."
"He'll be back." Angelus assured her. "I, uh, sent a few of my men after him to help him out. They're working on some ideas on how to take down the council." He glanced guilty at her. "They promised to stop him if he tried to do anything by himself."
Relief flooded Buffy's face. "Good." She glanced at the door again. "I don't know that I want the council to not exist, I mean the only reason I didn't die a long time ago is because of Giles. I can't deny the other Slayers that."
"No. Perhaps we can find someway to alter their opinions." He ran a hand lightly through her hair. "If there are sympathisers within the council we can try to instate them in a role of power."
"You're very sweet for a vampire you know." She said suddenly. He frowned at the comment. "I don't mean… it's just." She motioned to the sofa beside them and he sat down, she immediately curled up next to him. "After we were bound. I wanted to go to you – but I was scared to because I didn't know what you would do." She paused again, collecting her thoughts. "I read all the books about you, the things you did, and I thought you would do the same to me. That this was some kind of torture you cooked up for me, to make me want you. So you could do whatever you wanted to me." Soft tears escaped from her eyes as she remembered the nights of dreaming the things he would do to her… and liking it.
"It wasn't." His voice broke with uncertainty. "I don't know why I bound you to me." She looked up at him questioningly. "Well I know now. I didn't then I just had to something inside me just knew I belonged with you. I wasn't planning it. I don't know if I even really realised that you were the Slayer before I did it."
"We were kinda drunk." Buffy laughed.
"Yeah. The thing is, before I was bound to you I might have done all those things you thought I would. I might have raped you or killed your family and I wouldn't really have thought much about it. But the binding – it makes you my mate. And I could never do those things to you – and because of this link I don't think I could ever do it to anyone. I asked Giles about it and he said because your soul was so strong it was affecting me through the link." He brushed a lock of hair away from her face.
"So you've got a soul now?" She asked hope shining in her eyes.
"Sort of. I'm not having any difficulty planning exactly what I'm going to do to those who did this to you." He kissed her lips lightly. "It's kinda weird, it's like I'm a different person to before, but in other ways I'm exactly the same."
"You should have a different name then."
"Huh?" He echoed not following her thought train.
"Well if you're a different person you should have a different name, but only a little bit different because you're not a totally different person." Suddenly mischievous she slipped up onto her knees, and moved over him to straddle him. Trailing her fingers down her chest she placed a gentle open-mouthed kiss to her lips, and shifted positions slightly she ground her core into his arousal. "How about Angel." She suggested before licking and nipping a trail of kisses down his neck while her small fingers worked steadily at the buttons of his shirt.
"Sure baby." He muttered his hands settling on her hips to push her harder against his lap. She groaned in pleasure at his actions. Suddenly he stopped and pulled away. "Angel?" he demanded.