Three hours after sundown, Angel slipped into the mansion carrying a bag of McDonald's food. He stepped into the room where Buffy was chained, and saw that she was still asleep. With a sigh, he put the bag onto the floor, went into the kitchen area, and came out a moment later with a plate. He scooped up the bag from the floor, opened it, and removed several hamburgers. He unwrapped them, and placed them onto the plate.
Carefully, Angel placed the plate just within Buffy's reach. She stirred with the smell of food, and her eyes snapped open at the scrape of the plate. With a low growl, she launched herself towards Angel, grabbing for the food. Once the food was in Buffy's hands, she moved away from Angel, 'til she was inside the fireplace, growling as she hungrily tore into the hamburgers.
Angel swallowed thickly as he watched wide-eyed in shock. Only five minutes after Buffy started eating, she was done. Angel slowly came closer to Buffy, stopping three feet from her. He sat down Indian style, and waited for Buffy to become aware of him.
Angel did not have long to wait, before Buffy began to sniff the air. Slowly, she turned her gaze to Angel, her eyes the eyes of a wild animal. Wearily, she moved towards Angel, stopping a foot away. Slowly, Angel raised his right hand, his Claddagh ring glinting in the lampligt, and reached out to Buffy, almost touching her. She sniffed his hand, then growled as she grabbed it. Angel stilled the impulse to jerk his hand away, as Buffy rubbed her cheek against his palm sensually. Her growl turned into a purr of contentment before lunging at Angel, making them both crash to the floor.
Angel lay there stunned, as Buffy rubbed herself against him. So it went for a minute, before she began to tare at his clothes. Angel could smell Buffy's arousal, as he began to panic with the understanding of what she wanted…and what was forbidden between them.
"Buffy," Angel cried out, as he grabbed the Slayer's arms to stop her. "No!"
Breathing heavily, Angel pushed the Slayer off of him and quickly scrambled out of her reach. Buffy strained against the chain keeping her bound, screaming in a maddened rage. Angel staggered farther away, before crying out in sorrow and agony, "What did they do to you!"
Angel fled the mansion, unable to look anymore upon what was left of his beloved Buffy, as the mantelpiece that held the chain that held Buffy began to loosen.
Angel ran. He had been running for over an hour. He didn't know where he was going. All that concerned him was outrunning the pain.
Why! It should have been me, not her! Not my beautiful Buffy, Angel thought as he ran. What happened to her while she was in that Hell-place?
Angel staggered to a stop in front of the high school, falling to his hands and knees, raggedly drawing in unneeded breath, while he tried to still his chaotic thoughts. Once his mind had stilled, it took him less than a split-second to realize that he was not alone. Slowly he raised his head, and saw the vampires surrounding him.
He cursed silently, as he calmly stood up, showing nothing of what he was feeling at that moment.
"Angelus," hissed a male vampire in game face before him. "You are no longer welcome here."
Angel snorted, before muttering loud enough for all to hear, "As if I ever was."
The vampire that had spoken gazed at Angel with a malicious gleam in his yellow eyes, before calmly saying, "Kill him."
In another place, inside a mansion, Buffy lay asleep. She stirred awake, whimpered, and began to pull on the chain holding her.
Angel kicked a vampire in the chest, then cried out in pain as another stabbed him with a knife in the shoulder. The ensouled vampire snarled in full game face as he yanked out the knife, grabbed the one that had stabbed him, and drew it close to him. He whispered coldly into the vampire's ear, "That won't kill me." Angel thrust a stake into the vampire's heart. "But this will kill you, as it would me."
Angel shoved the vampire away from him before it became dust, turned, and dodged a kick to his head. He sensed that this was the last vampire to stay and fight him, the others having run off when they finally realized what they were up against.
Angel, with a last punch to the face of the vampire before him, snarled, and staked it. He watched as the vampire turned to dust. Only then did he allow himself to feel the pain from his wounds. With a groan, he staggered towards the high school library.
Another shouting match, Angel thought dimly through the pain, as he neared the library. Wonder what they're arguing about now?
The shouting stopped the moment Angel staggered, fell through the library doors, and lost consciousness.
Angel groaned, slowly becoming aware of his surroundings, as he smelled blood. Mine, he thought groggily.
A voice was calling him. Female. Willow, he recognized after a moment. She's worried.
"Angel. Come on. Wake up."
And afraid. Angel opened his eyes slowly, then squinted as the harsh light of a lamp seemed to pierce him. He looked beyond the lamp after a moment, and saw Willow.
Willow looked relieved as Angel made eye contact with her. She turned her head and called out, "Giles! He's awake!" She turned back to Angel, and asked, "Think you can stand and walk?"
Angel closed his eyes for a moment, assessing his injures. Nothing life threatening, he thought, then looked at Willow and nodded. He stood, only having to steady himself once on a desk. He looked around at his surroundings, and realized that he was in Giles' office.
"Huh," was all he said, before walking out of the office, Willow behind him.