Chapter 3

As she was walking in the alley outside of Gunn's club, she needed to cool off some steam before she headed back in there and worked her ass off. She was short on cash this week and needed to make some good money tonight.

Looking around, she decided that she would go for a little walk. She still had a half hour before she had to go back in there. Once around the block aught to do it.

As she started down the end of the alleyway, she didn't hear the door to the club open or close. It was getting dark and she was so in tune to trying to get away from the club for at least a few minutes, she didn't hear the footsteps behind her either.

All of a sudden she was grabbed from behind and shoved up against the brick wall that was to an old apartment building next door.

Looking at her attacker, she was about to scream for help when he covered her mouth and trapped her with his remaining arm by holding her firmly at her curvaceous hips. He loved to watch her swing her hips back and forth to the music when she was dancing. He'd stayed in the shadows when he'd come there, but since she had left him, he had found out where she was living and working.

"What are you trying to prove baby?" he asked her rhetorically.

The fire and anger grew in her eyes with each passing second as his hands became more and more adventurous of her body. He had never actually fucked her. She had been fourteen when they had been together. He had been nineteen. He had wanted to on many occasion, but she had always refused.

Now it was only a year later, but for some reason, he thought that because she worked in a topless bar that she had had sex. Boy was he about to be surprised.

Reaching her hem of her skirt, he played with it for a few seconds before he looked her straight in the eyes and told her, "You make one peep and it'll be the last thing you do? Got it?"

Nodding her head, she didn't want this to be a repeat of the last time she pissed him off.

Seeing the sincerity in her eyes, he slowly removed his hand to have better access to her luscious body that would be all his. God how he wanted her. Her fire, her spirit, her passion, her hatred, her anger all made him want her even more. Everything about her he was obsessed with and he wouldn't stop until he had her all for himself.

Running his cold left hand across her cheek, she slightly flinched away from his touch. As his right hand moved forward under her skirt, she felt two of his fingers push away the piece of cloth that was her underwear and felt him push his two fingers inside of her incredibly dry sex.

She was in incredible pain and the only thing he could focus on was the fact that he was loving every second of this. She saw the look of triumph, of glee of smugness. Her pure hatred for the man came into possession of her body and she tried to knee him in the dick in hopes of getting away.

He caught her knee before she could get it close to his equipment.

"Eh, that's not very nice now is it baby?" he tisked her. "I'm beginning to think that you don't like me,"

"I don't. I hate you with a passion Parker, if my little display inside didn't give you enough of an idea how much, then it's my bad for not being clear."

With that said, she tried to knee him again, but his hand was still able to catch her tricky little knee. Pushing her roughly against the brick wall, she hit her head and cried out in momentary pain, before he slapped her across her perfectly skinned cheek.

Roughly gritting out, he softly threatened, "Do you want this to turn into what happened last time?"

She didn't reply for several seconds, being in too much pain and shock of it all.

Shaking her firmly he growled, "Huh Buffy?"

"Let go of me! I'm not your girlfriend anymore!" she tried to twist and turn her embrace out of his punishing one before he gripped her arms and shoved her down on the dirty alley way pavement like she was a common dirty whore.

She tried to get away, whipping her arms around and trying to get at him. She scratched his face along his cheekbone line with her nails and he started to bleed.

"You little bitch!" he shouted.

His hand was raised, ready to strike her again when it was grabbed by a man she had seen before in the club.

"That's not very nice now is it?" he asked Parker as he crushed his arm into a death grip.

Parker whipped his head to see the man that was crushing his wrist bones and saw the deadliness in his eyes for touching this woman.

"Let go of her, now!" the voice demanded of Parker.

Offering her his hand she gratefully took it and stood up next to the handsome man that had possibly saved her life. She had already been in the hospital once due to Parker, she didn't fancy going around for seconds.

"Name's Angelus." He introduced himself.

TBC…