Chapter 17
The night was chilly for Sunnydale in the middle of Summer. Gunn's club wasn't packed, it was only a week night. However, he had Buffy working and her favorite viewer had come to enjoy the show as per usual. He never understood why. He knew that Angelus had been in the company of Darla who had been a famous hooker around Sunnydale. It made him raise an eyebrow when he realized that Angelus was having a little thing for the young blonde.
Angelus had lit up a cigarette and took the first puff as the music started and Buffy found herself moving her hip hypnotically to the beat of the music, entrancing Angelus in a gaze that would make him do almost anything for a taste of her.
Riley Finn had been keeping tabs on Darla for the last few weeks as he saw her on Angelus' arm on more then a few occasions and couldn't help but fall under the spell of her own charm that had made her so well known.
He followed her back to her own apartment and from there, the reports told the tale of what happened to Darla on that night.
"What does the report say Angelus?" she asked him hotly.
He closed his eyes and remembered what it was exactly that they determined had happened to her.
"She was raped, strangled and she had several knife injuries on her body,"
Just hearing the awful things that happened to Darla made her cringe. Hearing the words come out of Angelus' mouth and without a hint of emotion made her seriously wonder what ever made her think that she loved the man in front of her.
"What evidence do you have that ties in Riley Finn?" she asked him carefully watching the shift in his body language, his eyes, anything that could scream 'danger' to her and run.
"There was a bit of Riley's shirt that had been ripped off and I'm guessing that he didn't notice until it was too late. I found it when I arrived after he had left," He told her.
She was still a bit confused, "How did you know it was his shirt? It could have been any man's?
"Because it was a shirt that I had bought him. We were friends until that night," he admitted.
"How did you get blamed for her death?" She asked him still carefully.
He walked away from her and paced around the apartment, trying to keep his cool. He was seriously curious as to why she was asking all these questions. Taking a dramatic turn he looked at her with fierceness in his eyes.
"Why do you wanna know so badly?" he asked of her with ice in his voice.
She blinked and regained herself from the sudden question. Where had she lost him and when had he turned? She backed herself up against the door way again as he came closer and closer to her.
"Tell me Buffy," he demanded of her. "Tell me now!"
She did as she did earlier and she didn't say a word to him. He lifted her up against the door and brought her to his eye level. He looked at her beautiful emerald eyes and she tried SO hard not to look into his deep chocolate ones but she found it irresistible.
He smirked to himself and brought his soft lips to her silky skin on her neck. He sucked and nibbled on her collar bone, knowing it was a weak spot for her. He heard her moan in pleasure and knew that he was getting somewhere.
He brought his hand down and played with the hem of her jeans. Buffy was instantly brought back to reality knowing that his hand was mere centimeters from her wire and if he did what she thought he might do she'd be busted.
She stopped the motion of his hand and pushed him away from her.
"What the FUCK?" he yelled at her as she flinched. "Are you fucking someone else Buff?"
Where in the fucking hell did that come from? And the fucking nerve that he had! He was the one that was fucking around on her! Since she had been with him, he had been the ONLY one she had ever DREAMT about being with for the rest of her life!
For the second time that night, she slapped his face.
"What FUCKING right do you have to ask that of me? YOU'VE been the one flogging his dick in practically EVERY girl he sees! I noticed, I just didn't want to admit it. The way that a beautiful waitress would walk by and then you'd go to the bathroom. I was SO blind to your charms, well guess what! I'm not anymore!"
"Get a fucking grip!" He yelled at her. "I never told you that I loved you!"
BIG FUCKING DEAL! They still moved in together and all the times that she had been scared shitless of feelings or things that he did and he promised her that she was safe with him. That he'd never hurt her. What a load of bull shit!
"You disgust me Angelus! How I could have ever allowed myself to be involved with you is beyond me!" she told him honestly.
"I disgust you?" He asked her cynically. Pushing her back up against the door for the umpteenth time that night, he unbuttoned her pants and shoved his hand down to feel her and smirked when he found that she was wet for him. "You're disgusted by me so I still turn you on?"
She couldn't deny that her body was still attracted to him, but she hadn't counted on him just undoing her pants like that. The fact that he hadn't messed up her shirt was amazing to her because if he had, then he would have seen a little black thing sticking out.
"Admit it, you still want me," he whispered huskily into her ear causing the hairs on her arms to stand up due to extreme intensity and nervousness.
"Angelus," she whispered and then put her hand on his arm that was inside of her and brought it out of her pants. "I may want you but that doesn't mean that I'll let you have me," she taunted.
"Why not?" he asked her seductively trying to bring out the emotions and feelings he knew she still had for him. He had hurt her and she had retreated into herself. He just had to bring them back out to the surface again. It would be tricky but there was nothing that he couldn't do.
"Because as much as I want to let myself believe that it'll be different, I know it won't! I've been down that road! I know that you say that you'll change but you won't! No man EVER changes! Not you! Not Parker! Not Xander! Not my father! NO ONE!" she screamed as she let tears slip out and down her face.
In between sobs she asked him, "I just want to know if you EVER meant anything you EVER said to me? Did you ever mean it when you said that you wouldn't hurt me?" she didn't know why she was asking or what she wanted to hear from him but she couldn't stop herself from letting the words come pouring out of her mouth like lava.
He ignored the question and didn't look at her.
"Why would you have been blamed for her murder?" she asked him again changing the subject, taking his silence as a 'no'.
"Because I found her OKAY?" he screamed at the top of his lungs. "When the cops burst into the room with a tip from an "anonymous" person, I was the one standing over her body! So they blamed me!"
She gulped at his outburst and then asked him quietly, "Where is the piece of the shirt?"
He was fed up! He wanted to know why in the FUCKING HELL she was so curious about this and the only way he knew how to get the truth out of her was to use the one weapon he had against her. Whether she would allow herself or not, he was going to get the truth out of her by the end of the night of so help him god!
TBC…
