Chapter 18

Angelus lay there on the bed, Buffy was chained and manacled beside it but she was starting to give him a headache. She had moaned, whined, bitched and threatened no stop. He was seriously considering adding a gag at least that way he was going to get some peace. On the other side of him was Methos who thought that he was better than Angelus and this immortal thought he could take away his property, he would kill Cordelia before he would let that happen and it would be a slow painful death.

He smirked as he thought of the brunette, the feel of her body under his hands at the night of the ballet her skin was so soft, her curves called to him, she had the body designed to be touched and tasted and if only they had been in there just a little longer Angelus would have been out to play a lot earlier and that idiot of a soul was going to tell her he loved her and then he came.

Angelus growled deeply when he thought of Groo that imbecile, it was lucky for him that he was not around, torturing that Pylean man would have been so much fun he would have taken great pleasure in that, there were so many things that he hadn't done in a long time. His gaze fell back onto Methos.

"You'll just had to do it didn't you?" He moved and knelt next to the unconscious body of the immortal and slowly brushed away his hair across his forehead. As soon as he had woken up Angelus knocked him out he needed to think, he needed to plan but then Buffy started.

"Let him go Angelus it's me you want." Buffy said forgetting that the main laying out cold of the floor could survive more than she could.

"Actually Buff I don't want you at all. You are the means to and end. Don't get me wrong I will kill you but you are a lot further down the list. I will enjoy killing you though." He paused thoughtfully. "Maybe I just keep you chained up and I can use you when I get bored or maybe if I have a new torture that I want to use. It would be helpful to have someone to practice on." He murmured, deep in thought thinking about it.

A noise from the floor brought both of their gazes down.

Methos groaned again and opened his eyes slowly the brown slowly showing as he forced his lids open and there staring down at him was Angelus. His head was pounding the last thing he remembered was being stabbed by this sadistic psycho.

He looked around and saw Buffy chained to the wall. He smiled at her and gave her a wink trying to give her encouragement she gave him a small smile back it didn't quite reach her eyes and the slayer was glad in a way that Methos was here with here and she was not alone with this vampire who had the face of her first love, the man that she compared all others too.

It hurt as much this time as it did the last time she had met Angelus. Buffy was not sure if she could have dealt with this alone she just wanted it to be over.

"Gee I hoped I didn't embarrass myself at the party." He looked up at Angelus and grinned he could see that they were in a bedroom. It was just a plain bedroom there was nothing special or memorable about it unless you considered a psycho vampire, a chained slayer and recently an immortal "So what did we have some kind of threesome. I mean generally you're not my type. I wouldn't say no to her though. How about it Buffy you and me." And with that he winked at the vampire and offered a saucy smirk. The blonde slayer couldn't help but laugh at him, he was in a deadly situation but he was still making jokes.

Angelus glared at Buffy and then turned and growled at the immortal and in a wink of an eye he threw a punch and hit Methos with all his strength. Methos' head flew back and hit the floor hard, he could see spots in front of his eyes he felt the bone in his nose brake, the pain hit him like a tidal wave blood sputtered out across his face, neck and chest it also hit Angelus shirt, it covered it in blood spatter.

Buffy screamed and called out begging the vampire to stop. Methos spat blood that filled his mouth out and it landed on the vampire's face and it fell down his chin and dropping onto his shirt.

Angelus grinned down at the Methos and swiped it away with his finger and then licked it clean. Buffy's faced paled. "Ewww." She muttered.

Angelus climbed to his feet and started to take of his shirt to change into a clean one, he didn't want to walk around covered in blood he did have some sense of style and Buffy was starting to feel confident again and he had to put a stop to that. As soon as he had undone half of the buttons the top of his chiselled pale chest was shown, he heard the intake of breath, he hear her heartbeat speed up, her breathing became uneven and he could smell her arousal.

Even though she was chained, his prisoner, and she knew what he was and what he planned on doing she couldn't stop her bodies reaction. He continued undoing the buttons and slid the shirt down over his arms until he knelt in front of her, he could see her eyes opened wide, they were glued to his chest. Angelus could see her nipples harden under her shirt and he knew that she was wet between her legs. The vampire knew what he did to woman, how they reacted to him and he used that to the best of his abilities. He reached out and stroked her face. Methos groaned and tried to move.

"If you move she dies." Angelus whispered not even turning around to look at the immortal. His eyes stayed on the slayer, fear once again entered her eyes. He grinned that was what he liked to see. He reached out and brushed his fingers against her breast. Buffy tried to pull away, her nipples tightened even more and she couldn't help the small groan that left her mouth.

She felt disgusted at herself how could her body want him so much Buffy knew what he was but that didn't seem to matter she ached for him, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of admitting that. It was Angel that she wanted, that she dreamed and fantasised about.

"Get the hell away from me." She screamed afraid of what else her body would show him and afraid that if he continued she wouldn't want him to stop. It's Angel I want her mind screamed over and over again.

Angelus laughed. "Don't worry I don't want you at least not yet. I'm saving myself for my seer, now she has a rack to talk about." His eyes sparkled as he remembered telling Wesley that when he was stuck in that cage. He took hold of his shirt and twisted it and just as Buffy was going to tell him that he was not getting anywhere near Cordelia he shoved a part of the shirt in her mouth and tied it around the back of her head. "I've heard enough from you and you were really starting to grate on my nerves. If I had to listen to you any longer I would have killed you but no is not the time for that, not yet anyway."

The vampire stood smoothly and easily, elegantly he moved liked a feline, like a black panther, lean and powerful.

Buffy couldn't help it she watched all those muscles in his chest and then back when he moved and walked. Her hands itched to reach out and touch him. She remembered what he felt like when he lay on top of her when her fingers ran up and down his back. Her hands became fists, she dug her nails into her palms to forget about how much she wanted Angel, this was not him, this was Angelus and maybe after this he would realise that he didn't really love Cordy and she knew deep down she was fooling herself, but she couldn't seem to let him go.

Angelus walked back to Methos and wiped the rest of the blood from his face.

"So how does it taste?" Methos asked curiously.

Angelus looked down at him in confusion. "What? Your blood?"

"Just wondering and I'm never going to get another chance to ask this, well I hope I never have the chance again. Is immortals blood different from normal blood and slayer's blood." Methos asked.

Angelus looked at him as if he were insane but decided to play along. "Well demon blood is like a soft drink, pure human blood is like a cheap wine, slayer's blood is a good, a very good bottle of wine and you are like champagne but my Cordy is so much more she has the taste of power within her as well. She is beyond everything. Talking off my sweet seer I think it's time to call her. They must know that the two of you are missing by now unless they think you ran away together." He went to the door and called in one of his vampires. Angelus handed over a knife to him. "If he tries to do anything slit her throat." The vampire nodded and went over to the chained slayer and held a knife to her neck, he pushed it against her and nicked the skin and the blood dropped from the cut. Angelus looked at him. "Don't kill her unless you have no choice or I will make you wish that I would stake you." He pulled a mobile phone out of his pocket and dialled Wesley's mobile.

"Watcher boy hand me to Cordelia." Angelus growled down the phone. He walked over to the wall and pulled a hunting knife of and walked back to the immortal on the floor and straddled his hips.

Methos stayed and just watched the vampires every move, knowing deep down what was going to happen and tired to prepare himself for it.

*****

Wesley wandered around his apartment Cordelia laid on his bed and everyone left her alone. He was worried about her, she had been through so much and just as it seemed like a little happiness could finally be hers Angelus had turned up. They had to get Angel back somehow, he didn't know what Cordy would do if they had to stake him. It would kill her and she would have to live an eternity with the knowledge of losing her true love.

Cordy lay down and tried to sleep but her mind kept playing Angelus' smile and laugh and the horror that was her bedroom, how could she ever go back there? And now Buffy and Methos had vanished and no one could get hold of them.

Her and Buffy had never really got on but Cordy had never wanted anything bad to happen to her but her heart broke with the thought of Methos captured by the sadistic vampire, it was her fault that Angelus now had him. If she had only been left in that coma or if that immortal had taken her head and Methos had not rescued her he would be safe now and would know nothing about this insanity she called life. She heard a phone ring in the over room, she climbed out of bed and ran into the other room.

Wesley heard the bedroom door open and turned to her, his face was pale, his eyes wide. He reached over the phone to the brunette tears formed in her eyes she knew who it was but was worried what he was going to say.

"Yes." She whispered softly not wanting to hear the man she loved say the things that Cordy knew would come out of Angelus' mouth and not wanting to hear what he had been doing to Methos and Buffy she knew that he had them.

"I promised that I would save the good stuff for you!" He whispered huskily.

"Angelus." Cordy was about to beg him to let them go but before she managed to get any words out when a male voice screamed it echoed through her head and she knew that voice. "Methos." She screamed.

"Carrying on listening my sweet Cordy if you don't I am going to make it so much worse, I will make the pain so unbearable that he will beg me to take his head and then I will move on to Buffy and imagine what I could do to her."

Tears fell from her eyes and she collapsed onto the floor everyone came running to her side as the phone stayed clutched to her ear. As the screams continued in a never ending cycle.