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Spike lay Buffy out on the couch, "Hey, is anyone here?"

Willow was the first one to enter the living room. "Oh my god! Oh god Buffy, what did he do to you?" She looked at Spike. "Who was it? Was it Angelus?"

Spike rolled his eyes. "He'd never hurt her like this. It was that asshole; Larry was what one of his little followers called him."

"Lazarus. He calls himself Lazarus." Buffy mumbled.

"Oh Buffy, I'm so sorry. Here, let's put you in bed and I'll clean you up." She looked at Spike, "Please, bring her into the bedroom?"

"Yeah, sure." He gently lifted her as Giles and Cordelia came into the room.

"What happened?" Giles was by her side instantly.

"Let's get her inside and we'll talk. Lead the way Red." Willow led them to the spare bedroom. Once Buffy had been laid down, Spike came back into the living room and related what he had surmised had happened. "So he didn't rape her, guess he couldn't get it up, but the prick should've since he's gonna suffer untold misery. You have no idea what Angelus can do." Spike smirked at the thought. "Might even help myself if the old man will let me."

Giles looked at the blond vampire. "Think he'll let me help as well?"

Angelus sat alone in his rooms, musing over the emotions that were going through him. Anger, naturally. Who did that little prick think he was taking his woman? But anger seemed like such a meek word to what was coursing though his body. He stood and raised his head as he howled. A long, deep sound that made everyone who was close enough to hear stop and quake. She was broken, that bastard had broken his mate. Not that he loved her, he couldn't love, but she was his. His most prized possession and that fucker had broken her. It had been a week and he still hadn't gone to see her, couldn't go to see her. He blamed her and her damned insistence that she and her friends go out dancing. Why had he given in to her? He never gave in to anyone. Still, he kept thinking of her. Was she healing? Was she going to be the same when he fucked her? He shook his head to clear these ridiculous thoughts. It was time to get on with the punishments. Angelus smiled at the prospect. And once that was done, he'd bring his mate back where she belonged.

He had Spike recruit a couple of nerds Willow had told him about. He wanted the whole world to see what would happen if anyone else ever dared to take what was his. Tara was the one who made the suggestion.

"You could always put it out over the satellites. I mean they're still out there and we still have TV, I mean we watch repeats all the time." Seems the demon community loved their TV programs as much as the next person and shows ran 24/7. She gave a nervous shrug and pushed a little closer into Spike's side. She had been outraged by what had happened and was surprised by her desire for vengeance for her friend. So much for her Wicca attitude of forgiveness.

So, Angelus had put Spike on it and two little geniuses, who were they again? Jonathan and Andrew. They were recruited to do a job. If done well, they would be rewarded. Actually Angelus saw all sorts of possibilities for the little misfits.

Jonathan had looked at Spike with more than a little trepidation. "What about the engineers who work at the station? I mean, they must be more familiar with the internal workings of the network satellites. We can figure it out, I'm sure of that, but they could do it like now."

Spike sighed. "Well, seems some over anxious vampires ate the buggers. Although whoda thunk we'd be broadcasting to the whole world? Appears the little worker bees can handle local reruns but when it comes to all that high tech crap, well. Might just eat them myself as useful as they've been." He chuckled as he saw Jonathan visibly pale. He tuned to the other boy, Andy was it? "So boy, are you up to the challenge or should I let you walk home alone?"

"Oh. I…I'm sure we can figure it all out as well. After all, it's divine retribution for an evil done against the mighty Angelus. It isn't his fault, or yours that some demons without vision decided to eat all the techs." He turned to Jonathan. "Don't you agree old man?"

"Old man? What the heck are you talking about?" Shaking his head he turned back to Spike. "We may need a day or two to familiarize ourselves completely but this isn't rocket science."

"Great. Angelus will be very pleased with the news."

Andrew sighed. "Gosh, it's like your Hans Solo to Angelus' Luke Skywalker. You're your own man but you are devoted to the cause and to the leader…."

Jonathan shook his head and muttered under his breath, "More like Darth Vader to the Emperor."

Spike laughed and slapped him on the back. "Now, I like that one boy. You have it all figured out. So, get to work and make this happen." As he turned to leave he noticed the young blond boy's eyes had never left him. "Sorry boy, gotta wife." He threw his head back and howled with laughter at Andrew's expression. These two were going to be fun he thought.

And now, now everything was set and Angelus rose to dress for the occasion. Black leather pants and a black tee shirt for ease of mobility. Dressing properly for torture was key. He smiled at his thoughts.

Angelus opened his door just as Spike was about to knock. "Ready then?" Spike queried.

"Been ready for a week." Angelus smirked. "We are gonna have some fun boy. Been looking forward to this all day."

Spike laughed conspiratorially. "Just like old times peaches. Just like old times."

The 'event of the century' as it had been dubbed, lasted three days. Three days of torture and blood and misery. Once it was finished, Larry and his cohorts had their heads on pikes and placed along the road entering Sunnydale. It had been decreed that the heads would remain until they rotted off. If anyone was caught trying to take them they would suffer the same fate.

The magnitude of Angelus act was not lost on the world. Tributes were sent to him from all corners of the demon community, their respect and fear apparently knowing no bounds. It was success that Angelus had never imagined. So much for the technology he so hated. Seems he didn't need a reflection to be filmed and it also appeared the camera loved him. At least according to his fan letters. He gave a derisive snort. Well, if serial killers could have fans, so could a master vampire.

A few days later, two weeks after Buffy had been taken, Angelus showed up in the east wing to take back what was his. He knocked, surprised and more than a little angered at his nervousness. Buffy answered the door. "Hey, long time no see. Wasn't sure you were ever coming back for me." She looked over her shoulder, Giles and Willow were on the couch and had been waiting with her. "Do you want to come in?"

"Let's go. This isn't a social call." He was impatient to get her back.

"Okay, let me grab my stuff." Tara had brought a bag of her belongings to her a few days after her return and filled her in on all the activities her kidnapping had spurred.

"No one has ever seen him in this state. I mean, he broods and screams and kills his minions with no warning at all. Don't know what to expect next, just that he's going to exact revenge like no one has seen in this century."

She turned to her friends. "Thanks, I'll see you soon." She tried to reassure them with a small smile.

"Not too soon." Angelus added.

Buffy laid her bag by the closet. It had been two weeks since she had been home. Did she really think of this place as home, she asked herself? Yeah, was the answer. How totally screwed up was that? It seemed like forever and she was actually glad to be here. She turned to find Angelus considering her under hooded eyes, waiting for her. She nervously put her hair behind her ears. "Angelus…I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. And…and thank you for letting me recoup these past two weeks." Buffy really was grateful nothing had happened to her or her friends. Yet. And she wanted to make sure nothing did. So if groveling was what she needed to do, than groveling it would be.

"Shut up and come here." His voice barely contained his anger or desire. She came up and stood before him. "Are you healed?"

She nodded. "Have been for over a week. I didn't want to push you or I would've come back myself."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really." She shrugged. "Wasn't sure you wanted me back." She gnawed at the corner of her mouth. "Do you?"

He snorted. "You're mine, never forget that. I own you, I possess you. Are we clear?"

She nodded. "Crystal." Buffy couldn't believe the relief she felt. They would all live for awhile longer it seemed. She moved to stand in front of him as she held her palms up to him in supplication. "Now, what can I do for you?"

A deep growl came from within the vampire's chest as he pulled her close to him. "Why do I have this insatiable need for you? I know you don't have it for me and I just don't care. What is it about you slayer?" He nuzzled her ear before running his tongue over the scar on her neck. His scar, that fucker didn't drink from her.

He felt her shrug in his arms. "I'm yours to do with what you will Angelus. And you're wrong." She pulled away to look up into his eyes. "I do need you, I don't want you but I need you. If not for you…" He stopped her before she could continue.

"Babe, I really don't want any intimate confessions of your feelings or emotions. I need you, physically need you. I don't love you, simple as that. But if you ever try to leave, I will hunt you down to the ends of this earth or any other you may decide to inhabit. Understand?" His words were intense.

"Yes, I totally understand." Buffy backed away from him and slipped the dress she was wearing from her shoulders, standing before him in the black lace panties and bra he favored, she heard his unnecessary intake of breath.

"Gotta say Buff, I did indeed miss you." His chest rumbled with a short laugh. "Now, get in bed.