Chapter 3

They were quiet as they headed down Revello drive and into the city centre. The Slayer sighed loudly at Angel's evil glare towards the younger vampire. She knew Angel was only doing it to protect her and because of the fact that his childe was evil when he left, but Spike wasn't anymore, he had actually tried his hardest to work with the Slayer and the scoobies in fighting against the evil that was in town. She kind of felt sorry for him; he had been through a lot those last couple of months. Trying to contain the rage from rising in her lover she squeezed his hand and smiled at him.

Angel knew what she was doing and a part of him wanted to torture Spike for getting this close to his Slayer.

Spike stopped abruptly in front of a large run down shack. Buffy scrunched her nose as the smell of rotting flesh and dried blood filled her nostrils. Snapping her head towards her mate she gave him a questioning look and moved closer to the bleached blond vampire. She grabbed his arm, her nails digging into his leather duster.

"What are we doing here, Spike?" She asked curiously, looking him straight in the eye.

Spike didn't respond, just headed up the rotting staircase and opened the door that was hanging on its hinges.

Angel knew exactly what kind of house this was. He growled. His face changed and his fangs gleamed in the moonlight as his eyes flashed yellow. With one swift move he had Spike against the wall, his hand wrapped around the smaller vampire's throat.

"Spike, why did you bring us here, boy!"

The anger in his voice almost resembled Angelus' and Spike quivered slightly in the older vampires grasp. For some reason he could feel his sire closer and he wondered how and why his former ally was coming out. Shrugging it off for a moment, he sneered at Angel and pushed him off roughly, making Angel trip over two bodies and into the wall across from him.

Buffy covered her mouth, her eyes widened at the scene in front of her. Her Slayer senses were going crazy…what was all this? Creeping towards the opening of the door, she hesitated for a moment before entering the building. Her mouth dropped open at the scene that unraveled before her. 'What the hell was this? There were humans here, and vampires, and it wasn't as if these vampires were killing for a feed. Scanning the small room her eyes caught a glimpse of two shadows in the corner. There was a vampire of medium build kneeling down over a small petite girl, his fangs were inching closer to her throat as his other hand slipped under her blouse. Buffy sniffed, the girl didn't seem at all scared instead she actually seemed aroused by what this vampire was doing. 'What the hell was going on? Why was this girl letting this creature touch her like that?

Angel knew exactly what she was thinking and brushed his hands off on his duster and slipped his hand in hers, pulling her closer to him. "It's a vampire whore house."

She glanced up at him not really understanding what he meant.

Spike snickered, "Bloody hell slayer, these humans get off on this…they enjoy it." He glanced toward Angel, stepped over a pile of bodies and headed up the creaky stairs.

Angel growled at Spike pulling Buffy along with him. "Dammit Spike! Why the hell did you bring her here?" Buffy noticed the rage consuming Angel and she shivered at the bodies around her. A young handsome man looked up at her, his eyes were filled with guilt. The humans and vampires stopped what they were doing for a moment and watched the three head up the stairs.

The slayer couldn't believe what she was seeing…it was disgusting…unnatural. The smell of the arousal and blood filled her senses and she swallowed the vomit that was forming in the back of her throat.

Reaching the top of the staircase, they headed through the dark hallway, and Buffy grew nervous. What was Spike going to show her? What or who could possibly be here that would involve her. Angel could tell she was scared and he pulled her closer, rubbing her back lightly with his right arm.

"What could you possibly want to show Buffy here, Spike?" Angel hissed, his eyes piercing towards the younger vampire.

Spike sneered then stopped, making both Buffy and Angel almost walk into to him. Spike grinned the most taunting smile Buffy had ever seen and her stomach knotted. Grabbing a piece of her shirt Spike opened the door and pulled her inside. She hesitated pulling way from Spike's grip, squinting into the dark room she moved slowly and nervously inside. She could hear voices…moans of ecstasy. Her hearing sharpened and the man's voice was louder this time.

"Oh, yes…suck me harder…right there…hmm, just like that."

"Oh my god." The slayer entered the room more and her mossy eyes fell on the man in front of her. She closed her eyes and opened them again, trying to shake the image she was seeing.

"Riley?"

Riley heard her and looked up, seeing his girlfriend staring at him, he swallowed hard. What the hell was she doing here? How did she find him? Realizing the 'vampire whore' was still on him, he pushed her off, standing up abruptly.

Angel heard her gasp and he stomped into the room bumping into Spike. His yellow eyes caught a glimpse of what Buffy was seeing and he almost fell over. It was Finn. Riley's brown eyes looked up to Angel and back to Buffy and he ignored the evil smirk across the vampire's face and pushed past Angel to get to Buffy.

"Buffy, I…It's not what it looks like." Riley stammered walking closer.

Her eyes turned dark, rage threatened to overwhelm her as she tried to hide the hurt and betrayal she was feeling. Tears formed in her eyes, but she wiped them away. She turned and ran from the room, tripping down the stairs and fleeing from the building.

Riley looked at Angel and the large vampire snarled, " I should kill you now… boy!"

Angel growled angrily and settled for pushing Riley across the room instead of killing him, at least for now. He ran out of the room at full speed frantic to catch his tiny slayer. He could sense her, she wasn't far only a half a block. Sprinting across the street he entered the cemetery and found her instantly, sitting on the grass in front of a tombstone.

"Buffy?"

She glanced up at him, her eyes were red and her face was flushed, she tried to speak but all that came out was a gurgle. He reached for her, tracing his fingers lightly down her face.

"Shh…it's okay, love…everything will be okay."

The slayer's greenish eyes glanced up to the full moon and she wiggled closer to him, leaning her head on his shoulder. "I... I don't know what to say." She whispered her gaze glancing down at her hands and then to him.

"I…I thought he was different, it felt normal."

She stood and paced back and fourth in front of him, her hands clenched into fists and she screamed at the top of her lungs. She spun around, her leg flying in front of her; with one more scream she kicked the gravestone, breaking it to pieces.

"Buffy." His voice was full of love and concern and she stopped, taking in a large deep breath.

"Angel darling, Where are you."

Angel blinked twice, his eyes adjusting to the pitch-black darkness. What the hell, where was he?

A figure appeared out of the darkness and into the handsome vampire's view, and he blinked again.

Darla smiled and reached for his face, tracing her fingers down his cheekbone.

Angel was confused and his face showed it. Darla smiled at him, an almost eerie smile, and he backed away slightly. "Darla…What the… Where is Buffy?"

Darla snarled showing her fangs then pushed him hard knocking him to the ground. Moving swiftly she stepped over him and crouched down sitting on top of him. She leaned in her lips brushing against his earlobe. "Does it always come to her, luv? Why? She doesn't need you like I do." His sire purred into his ear and bite down lightly on his earlobe, drawing a little bit of blood.

Buffy stared at Angel, he looked blankly passed her and she grew worried. Stepping closer to him she waved her hand in front of him trying to get his attention. "Angel, Angel!"

Angel blinked twice and his vision cleared. Buffy's scared look startled him and he backed away stumbling to the ground.

"Where did she go?" He stuttered, lifting himself off the ground and scanning the cemetery.

Buffy watched him with worried eyes and crept closer placing her hand on his shoulder. "Who Angel, who did you see?"

The crackling of Darla's estranged laugh echoed through his ears and Angel backed away from the slayer, turning into the direction of the outskirts of Sunnydale.

"This can't be happening…I killed you! What the hell do you want from me? Go away! Just go away!" With two sharp leaps, Angel ran fast through the cemetery and away from Buffy heading quickly through the dark bushes.

The slayer became even more concerned and she screamed her lover's name, following him through the eerie forest.

TBC….