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Buffy was brought up to a very large suite of rooms and led to the bedroom. "He'll be up soon, through there," he pointed to the hall, "you'll find food." Those were the only words the young vampire said to her before he left. She looked around and gave a short, bitter laugh. Of course this was his bedroom. A large bed dominated the far wall, black satin sheets and a deep burgundy comforter. The headboard was of a dark wood, ornately carved. Amber shades covered the several lamps scattered though out the room, casting a deceptively warm glow. A mirror hung over the large fireplace. Why in the world a vampire would have a mirror in his room was beyond her. Buffy wandered down the hall to the main room where a table sat in one corner with a covered plate. She lifted it and shook her head. A Caesar salad, gilled chicken and a diet drink. Angelus left no stone unturned it would appear. There was also a box with a card next to the plate.

'Eat, shower, put this on and wait for me in bed.'

She took a shaky breath. Angel's handwriting. No, not Angel, Angelus. She opened the box and pulled out a short silk robe. Nothing else, just the robe. Well, at least he was going to let her cover herself until he was ready.

Buffy eyed the salad. It had been a very long time since she ate and she was sure Angelus was going to keep her occupied for a while. So…why the hell not, she thought? Before she realized it, the meal was gone and it was time to get prepared. Her only saving grace was that she would deserve whatever she got. Pain, blood, humiliation. It would be the first steps on her road to redemption. If by letting Angelus do his will to her she could keep her family safe, then so be it. No matter what Angelus had planned for her, his will would be done.

She wandered though the rooms before she made her way to the bathroom. So, she thought, this is where I'll be living until he gets tired of me. Nice. Big rooms, a balcony over looking the ocean, it must've been beautiful on a clear sunny day, and the huge bedroom. That's where she found herself, staring at that ginormous bed. She shook herself out of her stupor and went in search of the bathroom. Buffy chose one of the two doors to her left that she supposed was the bathroom. It wasn't. She entered a large walk in closet filled with tons of leather and silk. She had to chuckle at that. How predictable, she thought as she fingered the fabrics. There was another rack, filled with expensive looking women's clothing, Buffy snorted. He was even going to dress me, it would appear. As she turned to leave a smaller rack caught her eye and she approached it. Familiar colors, she began to shift through it. The robe in her hands slipped through her fingers as she realized these were her clothes from Revello Drive. She retrieved the drop garment with shaky hands and swiftly exited the closet. By the time she made it to the bathroom she fell onto the rug, swallowing deeply to keep from vomiting.

Angelus had gone to her house and gathered all her things. It was always his plan to have her here. Buffy shivered as she realized she was his obsession. But she would not allow him to break her, he would not turn her into another Drucilla. She would stay strong. She was the slayer and that counted for something. All the training, all her efforts, Giles, Angel. Thoughts of them would keep her strong. Thoughts of Will and Cordy and Oz. She would keep it together for them. Buffy turned on the shower and readied herself. This was going to be a challenge, but she was the slayer, she would win. Once showered, having used all of her favorite products, she sat upon the edge of the bed and waited.

Tara and Spike went back up to their room once Angelus had Buffy had left. Spike dropped himself into a large armchair and Tara fell onto his lap, digging deep into his embrace.

"Spike?"

"Yeah pet?" He began to work at the buttons on her shirt.

"There has to be something we can do for her." She sat up so he could pull her shirt over her head, releasing her breasts.

"Ummm…" Spike was half listening as he began pulling on her skirt.

"I've got a couple of ideas. Will you help me with them?" She lifted her hips to help Spike remove her skirt and it was tossed to the floor, next to her shirt.

"Yes love, anything you want." He rose with the almost naked girl in his arm and dropped her on the bed as he quickly stripped out of his clothing.

Tara felt her lover purr as she rubbed her now naked form against his. "I guess we can talk about it later." She straddled his hips and slid him inside of her. "Later."

Angelus smirked when he entered his bedroom and saw the slayer on the edge of the bed. She'd done exactly as she was told. This was going to be so much fun he thought. He removed the black robe he was wearing and sat on the nearest chair facing the slayer. She avoided looking at his bare torso.

"Hey babe, like the robe?" He lifted one brow and waited for her answer.

She nodded, fingering the fabric. "It's nice. Pretty. Thank you." Her throat was dry making her voice sound foreign to her ears.

Angelus smiled. He was enjoying every minute of this new side to his slayer, humility, degradation. He loved to bring that out in people. "Alright then. Stand up."

Biting her lower lip, she obeyed. The robe hit high on her thigh and Angelus couldn't help but admire her firm legs.

"Take it off." His voice was deep, gravely. She hesitated, her eyes wide. "You heard me, take the robe off." Deceptively quiet, she sensed his intensity.

Buffy ran her tongue over her dry lips, her teeth catching on them. She turned from him and untied the robe allowing it to slide from her body and pool at her feet. I can do this she thought. Remember, redemption.

Angelus chuckled even as his body reacted to her now naked form. "Nice ass Buff. Now turn around." He reveled in the sound of her quickening heartbeat and stifled a groan as she turned to him.

"Oh babe. I so like a woman who keeps in shape. Come closer." She blinked several times before walking to stand in front of the vampire. He put his hand out and ran his fingers over her flat stomach. Pushing her back slightly, he stood before her. Releasing the drawstring at his waist, he allowed his silk pants to fall so he could step out of them.

Buffy couldn't stop her eyes from falling to his waist and below. She attempted to stifle the gasp that escaped her lips as her eyes widened. Although she had seen Angel naked the one time it had been in his darkened apartment and she had been to shy, too awkward to really get a good look. But now, in the well lit bedroom, she was seeing him in all his erect glory and she was more than a little overwhelmed. She could ward off the worst killer demons on the Hellmouth, but one fully excited vampire had her panicked.

He laughed out loud at her reaction. "Oh babe. Don't look like that. It fit once, it'll fit again. I already broke you in so it won't hurt. Much." The glee in his voice was evident. "Gods, look at you!" Angelus put his nose to her neck. "Mmmm, that smell." He pulled the comforter down to the foot of the bed before lifting her into his arms and laying her on the satin sheets. She shivered, partly from the coolness of the sheets but mostly form the look in his eyes. They had darkened, almost black, and yellow flecks began to shimmer.

"Thought I wasn't a good lay." She lifted one brow as he stretched out beside her, attempting nonchalance and failing miserably.

"Oh sweet. That was just sour grapes. Even you in all your inexperience must've realized that once you knew it was me and not Angel. I mean, come on now, do you really think I'd go through all this for a bad fuck?" He laughed. "Oh Buff, Angel never really considered how young you were, he just wanted you more than his so-called ethics. You, my dear slayer, were the best Angel ever had. I'm proof of that." He ran his fingers between her breasts, her perfect breasts, he thought. Then he moved down to her stomach as he nuzzled her neck. "But I need to fuck you babe. I need to feel your heat tighten around me. It won't be through the haze of Angel's soul. It'll be mine. You'll be mine." Angelus continued to run his fingers up and down her body as her breath began to come in short gasps. She hated her body's reaction to his touch but she couldn't fight it, couldn't stop the traitorous bucking into him. She felt the ache begin to coil deep within her belly and start it's descent. A heaviness began to build in her limbs and move its way up, meeting at her heated junction as she pulled her legs together, feeling a dampness there.

Continuing his assault with his hands, Angelus began to run his tongue over collar bone causing her to jump before he moved down to her breasts. She was already seeping, he could smell her arousal and had to fight the urge to push into her fast and hard.

Confusion and self-loathing filled her mind. He was supposed to hurt me, she thought, make me bleed. Suffer. But this, he was pushing her to the brink. His hands, fingers, tongue. She felt his huge erection on her inner thigh and craved to have him inside of her. And she hated herself for that desire, that need. The whimper that escaped surprised her but Angelus just growled deep in his chest.

With a strangled voice, Angelus whispered in her ear. "Baby, tell me what you want." He saw all the emotions in her face and smiled. Shame, he loved that one. Self-loathing, so good. Passion and desire, this was gonna be the best he ever had. He lowered his hand between her legs and began to work his fingers into her dampness. "Tell me what you want." He repeated.

Tears of humiliation and desire started to fill her eyes. "Please Angelus. I want you." She choked the words out.

Triumph filled him. "What do you want Buff. Tell me exactly what you want." He whispered again into her ear.

"I want you to fuck me. Oh gods Angelus, fuck me now!" She was in a fevered pitched and arched against him as her nails dug into his ribs.

His growled reverberated against the walls as he captured her hands over her head and spread her open with his knees. He forgot how he needed to make her suffer and she forgot how much she needed to suffer. As Angelus thrust into her both lost conscious thought of everything save each other's bodies.