Wow…I haven't looked at fan fiction in almost 2 years. I just left all my stories and just stopped reading them. However I've recently come across lots of spare time, so I thought maybe I'd get back to it. Sorry to everyone who hates me for not continuing this story, but at last, here's another chapter for everyone to enjoy. I may even write another one by the end of the week. That's how bored I am. Anyways enjoy this and please review.

Preach Pervert

For mature audiences only.

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Chapter 4

Buffy's entire body began to tremble in fear. This tall dark man stood before her; looming over her like dark clouds that threatened to put out the sun. Her breathing increased to near hyperventilation, her lips gone dry. Tears stung her eyes as she took a small step backwards fearing what was to come next. "Please..." Buffy whimpered helplessly. She held on to the robe tightly pulling it closer to her body, but knew deep down that nothing would stop him from tearing it off her

A smile crept up Angel's face. He loved the smell of fear that rapidly filled the room. It fed his adrenaline, and made it all the easier to break the young blonde before him. She was so small; so fragile. He wanted her to be broken. He wanted her to be nothing but an empty shell that could no longer feel. Only then would she be ready to serve his purpose. And lucky for him, he had two weeks to make it happen. He took a step towards her and almost laughed as she stumbled to create distance between them.

Buffy could see the open door to her room. It was less than four steps to the right of her. Would he be able to grab her before she made it out the room? The question lurked in her head. What other choice was there? Her body ached, but knew that she need to at least attempt to get out. The calmness in Angel's eyes made her nervous. Sinister ideas were hidden behind them, and she didn't want to be around to find out what they are.
Buffy made a quick dash towards the door; she turned sharply towards the stairs, and could hear Angel close behind her. She began descending the stairs, but after a few steps she felt a hand on her back and she went tumbling forwards. Buffy couldn't comprehend what was happening as her body rocked, her head hitting the wall and other steps.

Finally she came to stop, and the house whirled around. Her eyes had difficulty focusing, and saw dark figure standing over her before everything went dark.
The moment she felt herself waken, Buffy could feel the bruises that had formed across her body. She opened her eyes and saw Angel sitting directly in front of her, gun in hand. "Sweetheart, you're becoming more trouble than your worth," he said in a singsong tone. "I can't have you trying to run like that. How am I supposed to enjoy you if you're passed out." He stood up and walked along the side of the bed towards her, "it's a no win situation." His face dropped suddenly, and the mood changed. He grabbed the robe that was still on her and tore it from her body. His eyes narrowed, "now you're perfect little body has bruises all over that weren't caused by me. I don't like my toys to be damaged before I get to them," he half growled looking down at her.

He crawled on top of her, straddling her stomach. He grabbed her hands and forced them to the waistline of his pants. "Undo them," he ordered her. Buffy nodded her head and moved her hands quickly not wanting his anger to escalate. "Open your mouth," he continued as she undid his pants. Buffy gasped, her lips noticeably trembling. She shut her eyes and opened her mouth only slightly. Annoyed by this flippant act, Angel picked up the gun from her bedside table and slid the barrel of it inside her mouth. The taste of metal shocked Buffy as she opened her eyes, and began screaming at the sight of the guns position. Angel cocked the gun silencing her. Once the screaming had stopped he put the safety back on.
"Sweet Buffy, why must you always be so difficult?" he asked rhetorically. He began to slide the barrel of the gun in out of her mouth. "I mean you don't seem like the type of girl who has a death wish," he continued eyeing the guns movement and licking his lips. With his free hand he began to explore Buffy's body. Sliding his hand over her breast squeezing her nipples hard enough to make her whimper slightly. He continued to move the hand south until he reached his destination. With his fingers inside her, Buffy, for the first time, let out a moan deep in her throat.

Shocked by the first signs of responsiveness, Angel quickly withdrew the gun from her mouth. "That's more like it," he said, "aren't things more fun when you're not fighting me?" He put the gun down, and pushed his pants off positioning himself between her thighs. Just like every time before he forced himself into her roughly. Buffy continued to show minimal signs of enjoyment, hoping to satisfy in order to keep herself alive long enough to find a way out of the house. Buffy closed her eyes to fight back tears, and unwillingly pushed her hips up to meet his. When he finished he let the weight of his body fall on top of her. He grazed his cheek along hers in an unaffectionate way. Angel brought his lips to her ears licking it gently and whispered, "much better."

He rolled off her and walked and stood in front of the mirror looking him self up and down. Buffy stared at the back of him, trembling on the bed. "You're a good lay when you are not being a frigid bitch," he said to her, noticing that she'd been watching. Her eyes diverted quickly as she searched for away to cover her naked and bruised body. Purple and yellow welts had appeared all over her. The sight of her own body was enough to make her want to cry, let alone the thought of all the things a single man has forced her to do. Angel walked out of the room without word. Once out of sight, Buffy finally succumbed to the pain and allowed herself to cry. She let out a loud sob, burying her face in the pillow. She curled up into a ball, holding herself; comforting herself.

She finally rolled over, and that's when she saw it. His cell phone was sitting on her desk. It was only across the room. So close, all she had to do was go to it. Without hesitation Buffy leaped out of the buddy and crossed the room, ignoring the pain that nearly brought her to her knees. She grabbed the phone and quickly dialled 911. The operator answered, and Buffy desperately started talking:

"Oh my god, please help me. I'm being attacked in my house. My address is 14 Rovello….." Suddenly out of no where, Angel was standing behind her. He grabbed his phone from her hand threw it against the wall with an enraged yell. He stood in front of her and seemed to grow in size as his anger exploded.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!" he yelled directly in Buffy's face.

"N-n-nothing."

He pulled his hand back and hit Buffy across the face knocking her to the floor. "Stupid whore. What did you tell them?"

"I swear to you, I didn't get a chance to say anything…"

"Except give them you're address," he cut in. "Now I just might have to kill you," he spat on her, but remembered that he couldn't kill her. Not yet anyways.

Angel walked to her closet and grabbed a few of Buffy's clothes. He picked her up, dragged her out of the room and down the stairs. "Thanks to you, we have to leave before we're ready to," he muttered to himself. They went outside to where he had parked his car days ago. Angel threw Buffy into the backseat, then got in the car and sped away. In a tone more serious than Buffy had ever heard him use Angel said, "If I see cops I'm going to kill you!"

Thanks for reading. Just think…SPIKE will be in the next chapter. It's just getting so exciting isn't it?