Ch 10
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It was only about five o'clock in the morning and the lights of the road seemed to blur into one through her unshed tears. She wouldn't cry, after all she had never cried before. And she'd be damned if she started now. Turning slightly in her seat she studied him.
His brown hair was sticking out at odd angles and looked a bit to much like he had run his hands through it, his shirt and plaid pj pants were rumpled and hanging loose on his muscular frame. Slowly her eyes traveled up to his face. His full mouth was set in a hard line, and his beautiful chocolate colored eyes where blank as he concentrated on the road before him.
All in all he was the picture of perfect control and ease, but she knew some of that control was breaking. It was hard to mistake the vibes that tumbled off his hardened frame.
He had said nothing about her past. It was beginning to make her wonder a bit too much.
The car parked much to soon in her driveway as far as Angel was concerned. He didn't want to let her out of the car to face the world around her alone. Hell if she had to face it, he wanted to be there with her.
Buffy was unlike any other woman he had ever met. She was strong enough to survive sixteen years of beatings and still willing to try her hand at life. Most people crumbled underneath much less, but not her. More than in anything he was grateful for that, it met he had a chance to make her happy, to show her how to live.
"Angel, please say something, anything." Her voice was small, almost scared, " I understand if you're disgusted with me, but I want you to say something."
His head snapped in her direction quickly, "Disgusted with you? Why would I be disgusted with you?"
She finally looked at him; surprise gleamed in her hazel eyes, "Because I'm a murderess."
Before she knew it his arms reached out and pulled her across the car onto his lap. Quietly he brushed the locks of hair out of her eyes and kissed sweetly on the mouth. The kiss was unexpected, but she didn't pull away.
Buffy raised her arms so that she could wrap them around his neck. His own arms tightened around her slim waist; so that their bodies moved against one another. Teasing her lips, his tongue slipped in between to taste her. She tasted of honey and vanilla; the taste bordered on exotic. Pulling back Angel smiled at her dazed look and puffy lips.
"You're not a murderess Buffy. You defended yourself and I'm proud that you had the courage to do so. Nothing you could ever do would disgust me. You belong to me and I'm grateful that I found you still full of spirit and life. You're not a killer, do you understand me?" Angel said, his finger brushing lightly of her crimson lips.
"I understand," Buffy smiled.
"AND JUST WHERE IN THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN!" Giles practically screamed as he opened the door to Angel's car.
"Hi Uncle Giles," Buffy mumbled out.
"GET IN THE HOUSE NOW! YOU AS WELL MISTER!" Giles commanded to both teenagers through his teeth.
Buffy stumbled through the door way as Giles hurried both in and directed them on the sofa. And the horror of it all didn't stop there both Gunn and Wesley were present and looking extremely formidable; despite their nightclothes and bed ragged appearance. It was more than obvious that they did not hold the fact of being pulled out of bed for her disappearance lightly.
"So around eight o'clock both of them left," Giles indicated to Gunn and Wesley, "And I myself went to bed. But then around two o'clock in the morning I heard a noise and went to look around; when I occurred to me that I had not seen you before I retired. And would you like to know what I found when I finally unlocked your door? Nothing.not a damn thing. Buffy I understand that the news has been hard on you but I would think you would have more common sense than to leave with out so much as a by or leave," Giles finished off as he wiped his glasses.
Her temper began to rise quickly, "Would you have let me leave had I asked?"
"No, you could be hurt," Gunn, answered for her uncle.
Her temper exploded with the force of a small but effective hurricane, "Do any of you realize that I've been locked away in this house for five straight days? Do you have any idea what that does to a person? I know that you feel the need to protect me but have any of you given thought to the fact that I survived sixteen years of beatings with out anyone's help? I can take care of myself I don't need anyone to do it for me. And I'm not about to sit here and wait for the chance that that fucker might come to hurt me. I'm going to live and I'm going to survive, but to do that I have to play on my own turf," Buffy screamed at them. Her small hands pounding on the table in front of her.
They all started at her like she was a candidate for the nut house. Which could be true.
**** "That was fun my dear," Drucilla purred, her fingertips tracing his flat stomach.
"Glad to know you enjoyed it. You're quite a bit like your sister in that respect," He laughed, a cold, harsh sound. Sitting up he swung his legs over the bed and made to stand up.
"Leaving so soon?" she pouted. Her nails came down to rake his back, "But the nights still so young, and we have so much more time to play."
"We can play again soon my love, but for now I must leave," he said, pulling on a pair of pants.
"Was it good for you?" Drucilla asked, her body moving to the edge of the bed, where he could view her fully. She knew he like it, knew he wanted her. Wanted her even when he had had her sister. The thought made her grin.
"Or course it was. You know a few moves that your sister did. Darla teach them to you," He mocked, pulling on the last piece of clothing.
Her black eyes lit with fury as she hurled the pillow at his head. "OUT! GET OUT!" she screeched "AND NEVER COME BACK AGAIN! DON'T EVER COMPARE ME TO MY SISTER YOU ASSHOLE!"
Before she knew it he had her pinned painfully against the wall, his hands biting in to the skin of her throat.
"I'll come back when and if I please. If I do I expect you to open those pretty light thigh of you for me. If you don't there be hell to pay; you belong to me you little whore. Never touch another and you'll do as I say in and out of bed," he kissed her then, brutally and with punishing anger. But she like it, like the power he held and pleasure he gave her.
"Now get down on your knees and tell me how sorry you are," he commanded. Smirking when she obeyed; unbuttoning his pants and taking him in her mouth. Life was good. He thought and the power he held even better. He was still going slowly with Drucilla, but soon he'd use her the way he had Darla, maybe she could keep her sanity.
Riley groaned as his climax came upon him.
**** Angel walked back in his house two hours later and nerely groaned when everyone stood up to wait on him. He just wanted some sleep and he planned on getting it. Holding up his hand he called for slience among the crowd.
"Monday after school everyone is to meet in the library. No one be late. OH and Doyle you better come too," Angel said and climbed the stairs to bed, leaving everyone staring in his wake.
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It was only about five o'clock in the morning and the lights of the road seemed to blur into one through her unshed tears. She wouldn't cry, after all she had never cried before. And she'd be damned if she started now. Turning slightly in her seat she studied him.
His brown hair was sticking out at odd angles and looked a bit to much like he had run his hands through it, his shirt and plaid pj pants were rumpled and hanging loose on his muscular frame. Slowly her eyes traveled up to his face. His full mouth was set in a hard line, and his beautiful chocolate colored eyes where blank as he concentrated on the road before him.
All in all he was the picture of perfect control and ease, but she knew some of that control was breaking. It was hard to mistake the vibes that tumbled off his hardened frame.
He had said nothing about her past. It was beginning to make her wonder a bit too much.
The car parked much to soon in her driveway as far as Angel was concerned. He didn't want to let her out of the car to face the world around her alone. Hell if she had to face it, he wanted to be there with her.
Buffy was unlike any other woman he had ever met. She was strong enough to survive sixteen years of beatings and still willing to try her hand at life. Most people crumbled underneath much less, but not her. More than in anything he was grateful for that, it met he had a chance to make her happy, to show her how to live.
"Angel, please say something, anything." Her voice was small, almost scared, " I understand if you're disgusted with me, but I want you to say something."
His head snapped in her direction quickly, "Disgusted with you? Why would I be disgusted with you?"
She finally looked at him; surprise gleamed in her hazel eyes, "Because I'm a murderess."
Before she knew it his arms reached out and pulled her across the car onto his lap. Quietly he brushed the locks of hair out of her eyes and kissed sweetly on the mouth. The kiss was unexpected, but she didn't pull away.
Buffy raised her arms so that she could wrap them around his neck. His own arms tightened around her slim waist; so that their bodies moved against one another. Teasing her lips, his tongue slipped in between to taste her. She tasted of honey and vanilla; the taste bordered on exotic. Pulling back Angel smiled at her dazed look and puffy lips.
"You're not a murderess Buffy. You defended yourself and I'm proud that you had the courage to do so. Nothing you could ever do would disgust me. You belong to me and I'm grateful that I found you still full of spirit and life. You're not a killer, do you understand me?" Angel said, his finger brushing lightly of her crimson lips.
"I understand," Buffy smiled.
"AND JUST WHERE IN THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN!" Giles practically screamed as he opened the door to Angel's car.
"Hi Uncle Giles," Buffy mumbled out.
"GET IN THE HOUSE NOW! YOU AS WELL MISTER!" Giles commanded to both teenagers through his teeth.
Buffy stumbled through the door way as Giles hurried both in and directed them on the sofa. And the horror of it all didn't stop there both Gunn and Wesley were present and looking extremely formidable; despite their nightclothes and bed ragged appearance. It was more than obvious that they did not hold the fact of being pulled out of bed for her disappearance lightly.
"So around eight o'clock both of them left," Giles indicated to Gunn and Wesley, "And I myself went to bed. But then around two o'clock in the morning I heard a noise and went to look around; when I occurred to me that I had not seen you before I retired. And would you like to know what I found when I finally unlocked your door? Nothing.not a damn thing. Buffy I understand that the news has been hard on you but I would think you would have more common sense than to leave with out so much as a by or leave," Giles finished off as he wiped his glasses.
Her temper began to rise quickly, "Would you have let me leave had I asked?"
"No, you could be hurt," Gunn, answered for her uncle.
Her temper exploded with the force of a small but effective hurricane, "Do any of you realize that I've been locked away in this house for five straight days? Do you have any idea what that does to a person? I know that you feel the need to protect me but have any of you given thought to the fact that I survived sixteen years of beatings with out anyone's help? I can take care of myself I don't need anyone to do it for me. And I'm not about to sit here and wait for the chance that that fucker might come to hurt me. I'm going to live and I'm going to survive, but to do that I have to play on my own turf," Buffy screamed at them. Her small hands pounding on the table in front of her.
They all started at her like she was a candidate for the nut house. Which could be true.
**** "That was fun my dear," Drucilla purred, her fingertips tracing his flat stomach.
"Glad to know you enjoyed it. You're quite a bit like your sister in that respect," He laughed, a cold, harsh sound. Sitting up he swung his legs over the bed and made to stand up.
"Leaving so soon?" she pouted. Her nails came down to rake his back, "But the nights still so young, and we have so much more time to play."
"We can play again soon my love, but for now I must leave," he said, pulling on a pair of pants.
"Was it good for you?" Drucilla asked, her body moving to the edge of the bed, where he could view her fully. She knew he like it, knew he wanted her. Wanted her even when he had had her sister. The thought made her grin.
"Or course it was. You know a few moves that your sister did. Darla teach them to you," He mocked, pulling on the last piece of clothing.
Her black eyes lit with fury as she hurled the pillow at his head. "OUT! GET OUT!" she screeched "AND NEVER COME BACK AGAIN! DON'T EVER COMPARE ME TO MY SISTER YOU ASSHOLE!"
Before she knew it he had her pinned painfully against the wall, his hands biting in to the skin of her throat.
"I'll come back when and if I please. If I do I expect you to open those pretty light thigh of you for me. If you don't there be hell to pay; you belong to me you little whore. Never touch another and you'll do as I say in and out of bed," he kissed her then, brutally and with punishing anger. But she like it, like the power he held and pleasure he gave her.
"Now get down on your knees and tell me how sorry you are," he commanded. Smirking when she obeyed; unbuttoning his pants and taking him in her mouth. Life was good. He thought and the power he held even better. He was still going slowly with Drucilla, but soon he'd use her the way he had Darla, maybe she could keep her sanity.
Riley groaned as his climax came upon him.
**** Angel walked back in his house two hours later and nerely groaned when everyone stood up to wait on him. He just wanted some sleep and he planned on getting it. Holding up his hand he called for slience among the crowd.
"Monday after school everyone is to meet in the library. No one be late. OH and Doyle you better come too," Angel said and climbed the stairs to bed, leaving everyone staring in his wake.