Angel hung painfully from the ceiling. His arms ached and the wound on his shoulder hadn't healed. It must be a side effect from the potion, he thought to himself. He slowly opened his eyes. The shop he was in was dark and dank and Spike was no where to be found. He knew that Spike was up to something, why he didn't realize what sooner, he didn't know. Then his thoughts jumped to Buffy.

"Oh my god." He said softly. "He's going after her. He's gonna kill her."

"Now why would you think that?" A man said stepping out from the shadows. His long blonde hair reached down to his waist and he carried a staff.

"Who the hell are you?" Angel gasped.

"Lucious Malfoy."

"Draco's father?"

"Yes. He's a fine boy isn't he? Takes after me." Lucious grinned as he stepped closer to Angel. "Now, tell me something...why do you fight it?"

"Fight what?" Angel asked looking the man in the eyes.

"The evil inside yourself. So pure, so demanding, and so...right."

"Because it's not me. I'm not evil anymore, haven't been for a while now."

"And that would be because of that lovely wife of yours, Buffy right? Yes, she is a prize. If I wasn't married, well, I wouldn't have to look very far would I?"

"You stay away from her you bastard!" Angel hissed at him. Lucious' smile turned to a frown.

"You're not really in the position to be giving me commands now are you? Maybe I'll have Spike go and get her. He seems like a nice bloke. He really seems to hate you, but he doesn't have to worry, because we'll take care of you. Do you like to be tortured Angel?" Lucious walked to a table that was outside Angel's line of vision. He picked up a knife that had wavy sides that he knew would be painful sliding in.

Angel tried to see what he was doing, but for the life of him, couldn't twist his body in the right way without brandishing a ton of pain. Then out of nowhere, a knife pierced his skin. He screamed in agony and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep away the pain.

"You see Angel...I need you to do something for me, and well, if you don't, well, I'd hate to do it...on the other hand it would be my pleasure to slowly kill your lover in front of you. To watch her scream in pain, wither in fear, yes...and to top all that...have Spike finish her off. Have him drink the little life force left within her. To watch a man you sired to be the death of your soulmate."

Angel panted heavily, "What...do...you...want...me...to...do?"

Lucious took a step back, "Kill the Slayer."

"Never."

Lucious twisted the knife that was still in Angel's stomach. He smiled as Angel screamed once more and watched as tears streamed down his face. "Are you sure? Agree to me this...If to save the world, would you kill her?"

Angel didn't answer. It just wasn't a question that should be. The sharp pain in his side pierced more than just his skin. The pain haunted him everyday. The prophecies that would eventually come true. He might have to be the death of his one and only true love. A prophecy once stated that the lover of a slayer would kill a slayer. He cringed at the thought, but knew he would have to to save the world if it ever came to that. He had talked to Buffy about this and she told him that if they had to kill each other, that they couldn't let their love stop them from saving the world. Without opening his eyes, Angel whispered, "Yes."

"Yes, the one word that brings pain to every person in this world. Your yes just spared you from a lifetime of pain. Snape!" Lucious yelled behind him.

Snape emerged from the shadows, "Yes?"

"Did you get everything?"

"I need some blood. His blood."

"What are you doing?" Angel asked nervously as he watched Snape hover over a small bowl.

"Relax Angel. Everything shall be right soon." Lucious yanked the knife from Angel's stomach and smiled when he screamed. "Will this do?" He asked Snape as he held the knife over the bowl. The blood dripped steadily from it.

"That should be perfect." Snape mixed up the contents and poured the grotesque liquid into a glass. He walked up to Angel, "Drink," he told him.

Angel yanked his head away and tried to kick Snape, but his legs were caught by...Spike.

"Ah,ah,ah. Now you can't go around kicking people whenever you bloody well feel like it."

"Spike, do Severus a favor and hold his head still. Make sure he swallows that potion."

Angel fought as hard as he could, but his strength was weaning. Spike, with full strength, easily held his head back. Still Angel clenched his mouth shut, until Lucious slammed the knife into his recent wound. He tried to hold his scream back, but the pain was too intense. As soon as he screamed, Spike grabbed his lower jaw, which prevented him from closing his mouth. Snape poured the potion in and Spike tipped Angel's head back. He had no choice but to swallow.

"Perfect." Lucious stated as he went and took a seat.