A/N : This chapter is umm…rough I guess, there is sexual assault, battery and in general kind of very very strong R.

Again I remind you this is Angelus, I do not use this name just for the sake of it, and I mean it. This isn't a cranky Angel, he isn't pathetically falling in love with Buffy, he's the scourge of Europe!

This fic is not beta; my mother tongue isn't English so please no flames.

I remind you that this will not be a long fic only few more parts and we're done with this one.

Enjoy!

Zabeth

Part 3

Don't panic Buffy, think, think what Faith taught you, fight now cry later.

She relaxed a bit letting him relax as well; his weight was slightly eased on her. Taking advantage of this she raised her knee quickly hitting him hard between his legs; he rolled from her, roaring in pain while she kicked him again in the face.

"You bitch" he shouted, his face changed to the demon, he stood quickly and caught her before she could escape again. He held her roughly by the hair, dragging her away from the road, no need to call any suspicion observers.

She screamed and struggled the entire time, trashing her legs, trying to kick him again. He released her only to slap her hard, leaving an angry red mark on her cheek.

She held her hand to her face, looking at him furious and raging.

"I will kill you eventually demon" she spat.

He slapped her again knocking her to the ground. This time he didn't take any chance. With one hand he held her arms above her head, holding them hard to the ground and with the other he ripped her top open, showing off a bit of her lacy black bra.

She gasped in surprise and humiliation.

He could smell her fear and smiled cruelly. His hand now traveled down, going to her zipper, opening her tight bleu jeans.

"No" she trashed and tried to kick again, frantic and scared.

"What's the matter Buff, afraid of a little sex? I thought Scott wasn't your first" he mocked.

His hand now slowly crept inside her jeans, coming closer to her intimate part, a part she never let anyone touch before.

A single tear found her way, sliding down her face; Angelus crept to her face, licking the tear away.

A single sob escaped from her throat. She could fight hard and act tough but she was a little girl after all, she didn't know what to do or how to act, she was about to be raped and there was no one there to help her.

"You don't mind if I'll fuck you to the ground like the slut you are right? Answer me" he roared, his face mere inches from hers. She looked into his chocolate dark eyes and saw nothing there, no emotion, of course she didn't know what he was REALY thinking, he was a master vampire and she was just a confused sixteen year old teen.

"Please" she whispered, that was the only thing she could honestly utter.

"Please what Buff? Please fuck you?"

'No…nnoo…Please don't…"she chocked on her word. Ho God someone please help her.

Angelus continued with his hand, teasing her, touching her panties lightly. She sobbed again, trying to be released.

"Tell me the truth Buff" he warned.

She looked at him confused. The truth?

He sidled his hand further inside her panties and she jumped.

"Please STOP!" she screamed hysterically.

"What about your boyfriend? And the others?" he questioned. He knew the answer, he knew it all but he wanted her to hear it say it herself.

"I lied" she shouted, tears were falling free on her face, her all façade scrambled down, "I lied, o.k.? I…I never slept with anyone, I don't have a boyfriend, I was waiting…for the right guy". She shamefully admitted.

"I'm glad you waited", he smirked, his eyes full of lust and hunger roaming her body, making her flinch and shrink further,

"Real glad Buff and since I am the right guy I want this to be perfect for us". He knew this comment would upset her, seeing her hazel eyes turns to dark green and her body tensed, ready to fight only thrilled him more .

She looked at him angrily, "I would rather die!" she spat.

"That can be arranged", He held her by the hair crushing her lips, his tongue forcing her to open up and mingle with his.

She chocked and tried to move her face, he growled and pushed harder until she reluctantly opened her mouth and kissed him back.

He let her go when she needed to breath and released her gently.

"Never lie to me Buffy, you will not like the consequences, I assure you!" his voice held a threat she wasn't quit sure if she could handle.

Angelus helped her up holding her hand tightly till they reached the car.

Once inside he turned on the radio and caressed her hand as they drove off, acting as if nothing happened, as if he didn't just viciously hit her while trying to rape her. No, he was acting like they were an ordinary loving couple.

After an hour ride he turned to her when she hardly voiced her question.

There was no anger in her voice only questions and confusion.

"Why?" she asked again, now she was truly frightened, alone and cold but she needed to know why he was doing this to her. If he wanted to rape her he would have done so back then when she tried to escape. If he wanted her dead then he could have done it also then.

But none of it made any sense. He went to all this trouble to threaten her family and kidnap her when they even never met before. He wanted Cordelia first, when he saw her at the club and Buffy interrupted them, he didn't want her, so why? Maybe if she knew what was going on, maybe she could deal with it, she had to know, she had to keep her sanity and hope because without them she was lost.

He didn't look at her when he spoke, he felt her confusion, anger and despair, he knew she wanted answers, needed them but he also knew that if he'll give her other answers he would confuse her more, make her more vulnerable, in time she'll count on him only, knowing that he, only he can provide answers, no matter how wrong or twisted they might be and in doing so he would be her source of hope, comfort and security and that was exactly what he wanted, where he wanted her to be.

"I know you, you are my Zabeth"

"Zabeth?" her voice crocked, her green eyes confused.

"Elizabeth, she was my wife"

"Wife? I am not her, I don't even know who you are", she was angry now, she didn't understand why he was insisting that she was his wife, this irritating excuse for taking her away, for trying to ra…

"Angelus" he cut her thoughts.

Angelus, she thought, searching her mind for the information, although she pretends to be some ditzy blond she wasn't. She was the smartest girl in her class and when Giles tried to teach her sister of vampires, their history and other information she'd listen. It was very familiar to her this name, Angelus, but from where? She specifically remembered Giles mentioning his name; it was relate to Carla, no Darla…something about Europe, a pappy, nuns…

Then it hit her.

He saw the shock and utmost fear in her eyes and appreciated it.

"As in Angelus the scourge of Europe?"

"Yes, do I need to ask how do you know that? Most of the mortal world knows nothing about vampires, less of all about me. How do you know who I am? "

He was impressed. She knew who he was, all the better, now she'll start to really be afraid and respect him.

"My sister is a slayer and when she'll find out about all…this, she will save me".

He saw the triumph in her eyes; her green eyes sparkled with hope and a bit of determination. He wanted to break it, break her but not too much, after all he'll love her spirit.

"I hate to break this to you, wait, hold that thought, I don't but your sister will never find you, were I am taking you no one will EVER find you"

"What…what do you mean? Where are you taking me? "

He didn't answer her.

"I am not your wife, damn it!" Buffy tried to convince him, "I've never met you before and believe me I would have known if I were married".

He looked at her cruelly, cold dark eyes meeting innocent green ones "you will know me soon enough Buff, all of me; because tonight you will have the privilege to become my wife and then you will learn who your master is".

TBC