Buffy The Vampire Slayer

The sun was high in the sky. Not good weather to have a vampire running about. Yet, you could still see the form of Angel inside an old apartment building through the grimy windows. He'd be sitting on the old tile floor one minute, then jump up and be pacing thoughtfully the next. He seemed restless. He was restless. He had to do something! Buffy was in the clutches of Spike! And he was going to force her to marry him. What was worse: She didn't seem like she wanted to be forced. She had seemed, in fact… excited! What was even worse than that?

She hadn't recognized him. This troubled him greatly. Okay, we don't have to cushion this, this more than troubled him. Come on! Spike was messing with Buffy's head! To get Angel to go back to Hell! That could NOT be forgiven. He had to plan something.

The plate hit the table with a dull thud, the food placed strategically on top of it failing to fall off. Buffy smiled. "I didn't know you could cook, Spike…" Then again, Buffy didn't know a lot of things about her 'future husband' Spike gave a friendly smirk. "I can't, love. But my breakfast could." Buffy didn't quite know how to respond to this, so she stuck a forkful of scrambled eggs in her mouth. Of course she knew of Spike's vampire-ness, as Spike had taken great care to set her down and explain carefully all the things she had forgotten in 'the incident' She know had complete trust in him--why would he hide anything from his bride-to-be? Especially after proving his openness to her the other night with all her questions. But still, she had no earthly idea what to say to his comment. She just chewed, grateful for the delicious meal. Spike stood beside her at the great oak table, looking as if it could seat over fifty, watching her eat for a moment. He caught himself and mentally shook his head clear of his… thoughts.

"I'm off." Buffy looked up. "Hmm?" she questioned with a mouth full of fried potatoes. "Just on the other side of the mansion. Don't worry, I won't be long. Scream if you need me." Buffy nodded. Must have been something for the wedding, and even if it weren't something for the wedding, it must have been something very important to him. Buffy finished off her breakfast and retreated into the living room. She sighed lightly as she sat down in a rather comfortable arm chair staring at a rack of pointy objects. The people who used to live here must have been major creeps to keep all of these weapons of mass destruction around… or were they Spikes weapons? She didn't know, and didn't rightfully care at the moment. She seemed rather taken with a photo that she had found on the floor, she picked the photo up and glanced over it. It was of her and that mystery man that violated her, except they looked as if they were happy, like friends almost, and holding hands, behind them was Xander, Willow, and Giles, though these names were escaping her mind at the moment, although they did all looked happy. It was strange, why had Spike never shown her this photo? Maybe the strange guy dropped it or something, but why on earth would he have a picture of her? Maybe he just edited it to make it look like she there, but she really wasn't. She vaguely remembered that people did that all the time on their computers, and what not.

Finally after a whole long gruesome day had gone by, and the sun was setting. Angel finally was finally getting a thought that actually made sense. Maybe Buffy had been bluffing that whole time that they were to be wed that very night, if not then he actually had time to get her back, but how was the question. He noticed that the sun was finally setting, and in a matter of minutes he would be free to roam the streets, and finally go claim his, not Spike's, but his true love. That's it, he would go and claim his true love, he would go steal her back, he would teach Spike a thing or two.

The sun had finally set and darkness set in, and it was time for Angel to carry out his plan. Angel quickly made his way towards the old mansion, this time he would not let his guard down so quickly. He refused to fail at this. He walked through the door, surprisingly it had been fixed, and even more surprisingly it was unlocked. He walked in only to see Buffy contently staring at the weapon rack with glaring eyes. Angel slipped behind her wrapping his arms around her shoulders and whispered into her ear, "Hello lover…" before he could cover her mouth she let out a scream, but Angel quickly covered her mouth and disappeared before Spike could show up and ruin his plot. Buffy struggled a bit, but with her loss of memory, she also had forgotten how to fight, so fighting was automatically checked off the list.

Spike had heard the faint scream and rushed towards the living room, seeing nothing but a wide open door, and a crumpled up photo on the floor in front of the arm chair, he cursed himself. He grabbed his favorite leather jacket and was out on a chase. But first where could he have expected Angel to go? He would find them no matter what, he wasn't going to let Angel steal the girl he… wait he didn't love her. At least he liked to think he didn't love her. Still he was determined to drive a large steak through Angel's heart at this very point. Why this was Spike didn't know, it was an odd feeling for him. Almost as if he… nah… he couldn't be jealous. But then again, Spike had never liked the fact that Angel always got everything that he couldn't have, and it wasn't fair. So why for once, couldn't Spike have something that Angel couldn't have… especially something that use to belong to Angel in the first place.

Angel pushed open the door of his abandoned apartment building, and threw Buffy on his bed. He didn't really have anything in his room but a bed, he didn't even have the pleasure of a chair. Not even an uncomfortable chair. He chained Buffy to the rusted golden railings. He decided to act evil, but maybe not too evil, just in case. He leaned down and whispered softly into her ear, "Look my lover… we finally get to use those chains…" Although he decided not to lead her on too much though. He crawled off and paced around the bed quietly and intently for a moment, then his attention went back to her, his eyes traveling over her confused and scared expression her eyes wide and staring at him with… wait was that fear? Was she afraid of him? This was not his Buffy, it was not the one he fell in love with, but he doesn't know that, so let him have his fun for now. Buffy was tired, irritated, and just a tiny bit terrified, but only just a tiny bit, she finally spoke with a nervous shaking tone, "You s-seen so familiar… b-but I-I can't remember where… e-ever since the i-incident…." Angel perked up at this, but still tried to keep his evil composure, "What do you mean since the incident?… What incident?"

Buffy paused, shifting her emotionally-glazed over gaze from Angel towards the ceiling. "I… don't think I should be telling you." Great. Angel acts just the tiniest bit soft, and she wouldn't talk. He spun around abruptly, his vampire form let loose. "I believe you'll tell me if you value your life…" He growled softly, again leaning down towards Buffy. Again that look of fear flashed over her face. That was so unlike the Buffy he knew he was almost taken aback, but as the 'World's best actor' that went virtually unseen. Buffy began quietly, her words soft and quavering slightly. "Well, Spike said…." She paused, biting her lower lip. It was a long pause, as if Buffy had dropped her train of thought and now had to collect them all over again. Angel resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Great. Anything that starts with 'Spike says' MUST be a good bed-time story. That was sarcasm, just so you know.

"He said I used to be a famous vampire slayer--even though I can't even imagine that now--well, according to him, I fell in love with him, but in an awful turn of events a vampire named Angel killed him and sent him to hell, in place of his own spot, and after that this vampire Angel had tried to erase my memories, but just in time someone had used the gypsies curse for true love to bring Spike back to find me, and once he got my kiss, he would be able to have a second chance at life… so he told of saving me from this…" She paused to take a breath then noticed the ever changing expressions of Angel. At first it was rage almost, but then it slowed to a slight bitterness, almost as if he already knew what would happen next, still although scared to she continued, "… this lunatic vampire Angel person whom isn't really angelic at all…" Angel's expression creased into a further snarl at that. "Yes, well it's useless to say that he didn't like that one bit… and he came up with this intricate plot to kidnap me away from Spike and as the effects of the memory wipe were still there, he planned on… well, brainwashing sounds about right. He'd turn me against Spike and my friends and ultimately kill me when it was all done and Spike was back in hell. Thankfully, though, Spike has been taking excellent care of…." she drifted off, watching quietly as Angel turned away from her, hand gripping the footboard of the bed with a white-knuckled fist. "Wait…." Realization slowly dawned on her. "What's your name…?'

"Erm… well I have many names…"

"Then what can I call you?"

An evil grin spread across Angel's lips as he crawled next to her in the bed and whispered in a soft sexy tone of voice, "You can just call me Master…" Buffy's eyes widened as Angel kissed her roughly then got off of the bed walking towards the window, "Spike will be here soon…" he said in a dim tone, still trying to keep up his evil act. He turned seeing Buffy, noticing that her look was almost disappointed looking as she said in a still shaking tone, "a-and I was just getting used to this place too…" Angel quirked an eyebrow and said in a rather dark tone of voice, "You might start hoping that statement was a sarcastic one… or we can arrange for you to permanently stay here with me…" Buffy's eyes widened a bit more as she shook her head, as if saying it was a sarcastic statement, " I am j-just trying to pass time by Ma-whoever you are…"

Spike was close, he could feel it. He knew it had been almost two hours or a little more than that. He had to hurry before he was out of time, and Angel decided to do something stupid that would keep Spike from getting her back. He prowled to streets, briefly checking the windows of randomly distributed abandoned buildings--Angel's favorite kind. But once deeper into the city, Spike remembered a tell-tale sign to make sure of who was where. Though, he couldn't quite remember if Angel smoked or not. It didn't matter, for the rest of the search went on with looking for dark, un-sunny buildings with piles of cigarette butts laying around inside. Though he went through a number of houses, all in record speed, it was easy to finally identify the one Buffy and Angel were in. Somewhere between entering the old house and whatever room they were in, she had lost her sweater, and the bright green of it was easy to see against the pale tiles. Spike had spotted that blotch of color two blocks away. He bounded up the stairs towards the different apartment rooms. Now which one to stay in… Obviously not the first, second or third floors. If you held someone captive on any of those floors, you couldn't kill them from throwing them out a window. Not high enough. You could probably main them badly… but that's not the point.

Buffy, even though she couldn't tell, was beginning to act a tab bit like herself again. She felt a bit bolder. And after telling 'Master' to shove off after another come-on, she was feeling a bit better about herself. Just a bit. She was still a roughly 18-20 year old skinny blonde chick with no memory of combat skills tied to a bed with an imposingly tall dude insisting that she call him 'Master' standing beside her…. But she still felt a bit better. Her eyes had long since adjusted to the darkness of the room, and she was boredly examining the pale, peeled wallpaper to her immediate left. She crinkled her nose in disgust as a roach scurried silently, almost dangerously close to where her left hand was bound to the rusty gold pole of the bedside. Being so aware of that area of her body, Buffy suddenly realized that her wrist was killer itchy. As if the metal in the chains had some sort of weird allergic reaction. "Hey, Whatever your name is!" She yelled over to Angel, breaking the thick silence. He looked up. "I thought we agreed on 'Master' Little girl…" Buffy stared blankly at him a minute, not daring to roll her eyes, but not scared enough to apologize or anything. "Just unlock my right hand." Angel narrowed his eyes. "Riiiiiight. Sure. And I'll give you my cell phone so you can give Spike a ring, too. Buffy wondered whether to ask him if he actually had a cell phone, or to continue her pursuit of un-itchy-fying her left hand. It was a… hard decision, but she ended up with continuing the pursuit. "Come on! I have an itch." Angel gave her a 'that's what they all say' look. He shook his head. "That's what they all say…" Buffy's hand was now a slight shade of red, almost throbbing with the itch, but unable to be scratched. "Please….?" Angel smirked. Even though he had been moodily contemplating out the window, he still hadn't lost the grip of his evil composure. "Well, if you aren't lying to me then I guess you wouldn't mind if I scratched it for you?" Buffy thought this over a moment. The bed was pushed all the way against the wall, in the corner and with a desk on one side. That left on side open to crawl across the vast reaches of the king-sized mattress to reach her hand, tied there all alone in the corner. She suddenly felt very exposed, just laying there. "No, no…. I'll survive…" She stared at her hand as the room lapsed back into silence. It truly did itch. It didn't take much longer before she gave up trying to ignore it. An itch is an itch, man. "Okay, chop-chop." Angel looked over at her questioningly. "Well? Get over here and scratch me!" Angel just responded with a small, grim smile and a nod. "Yes…. Ma'am." He said the 'Ma'a

m' part so mockingly… all Buffy could do was glare.

"Right. As we all know, kidnappers are required to take certain precautions when meeting the needs of their captives. We've all heard the story of the guard who opened the cage to give the inmate food--the convict slipped right by and pushed the guard in himself. So don't think any worse of me than you already have." With those simple words, Angel crawled up beside her. "So… what needs scratching?" Buffy flatly told him, "Gersh… you sound so eager. It's just my left wrist." Angel smirked. "Your left or mine?" Buffy narrowed her eyes. "Mine." "Right." Angel climbed over top of her, did an odd sort of 'losing-my-balance' deal and ended up straddling her at the waist. He winked, and she blinked up at him. "You do know I'm engaged to be married later, right?" Angel nodded, then leaned forward. Buffy closed her eyes, awaiting any take-advantage-of behavior to follow. She was actually surprised when she felt a small feeling by her left wrist, a hand hard at work trying to reach an itch between the chains.

At this point the door flew open, and there stood Spike. Ready and willing to kill Angel right there, just remember, that this is pretty much a new feeling for Spike, this jealousy thing that is. Spike gaped at what he saw, he never knew Angel had it in him! He was with mixed feelings about whether to congratulate him , or just plain out kill him. But of coarse naturally killing came first. Spike rushed over and pulled Angel off of Buffy throwing him onto the floor. Watching pridefully as Angel rolled on the floor in pain, then he turned back to Buffy tearing the chains loose from the bed and tossing them aside. Buffy sat up and hugged him tightly and with a large amount of enthusiasm she said, "I am so glad you're here… that was the most awful experience!" Angel sat up on the floor smirking while holding his stomach, "Well… it couldn't have been that bad…" Spike pushed her lightly further on the bed as he turned to Angel, his eyes flaring with need for vengeance. The weird thing was, he wasn't acting this time. He almost scared himself when he thought about it when he thought about it, so he just plain out stopped thinking for the time being.

Recklessly Spike lunges towards Angel and ripped a pipe off the wall, and hit Angel across the face with it with enough force to stop a team of rouge elephants… well maybe not that powerful. But still, that one hit did not seem enough for Spike's liking, so he just hit him again. "No… he's not being tortured enough…" then next time he hit Angel a bit harder than the last few. "There… that ought a due him till he wakes with a bloody head ache…" Spike tossed the pipe to the floor and walked calmly back to Buffy, almost as if nothing happened. He took her by the arm and led her out of the room, and back to the abandoned mansion. He was still getting over that jealous feeling that he had earlier, that made him want to kill Angel for taking away his Buffy. Wait… when did Buffy become his? He was just getting used to her, that's all… nothing special… it wasn't as if he were falling in love with her again. He swore to himself that he would never do that again, besides it wouldn't really be all that exciting now anyways, right? Considering he controlled her like the puppet she is.

Suddenly a voice could be heard from behind screaming as loud as they possibly could, "Here they are! Buffy!" Spike sighed and thought, 'I knew I should've thrown Angel out that window…' Although when he turned to see who it could possibly be, he was dismayed to see……