Hello everyone! It's part two! Yay! Hereth begineth the fun!

Angelus point of view

Angelus was bored.

He'd been out, feeding and the edge was off his hunger but he still lacked... entertainment and with his lover out doing whatever the fuck it was she enjoyed doing when she wasn't doing him, the Scourge of Europe found himself feeling agitated and idle.

He'd made his way to the little torture room they'd set up with loving consideration of their future victims (and Drusilla's delight at Daddy hurting her a little more, every now and then) and wandered inside, sing-songing his Sire's name enticingly and running his fingers over a cage, set up above a king-sized bed. This was one of Angelus' favorite toys, the purpose was to lock a person into the shackles and close the cage, so that they were entirely helpless and suspended above the bed, at knee height of the torturer and then, he remembered with a surge of arousal, the cage could be tilted to any angle one chose.

The rattle of chains caught his attention after a moment, breaking into his pleasant recollections of tortures past and he jumped off the bed, his leather-clad torso appearing and pushing aside a heavy curtain to discover--

"And they say dreams never come true."

A familiar, sardonic drawl commented, as Buffy tugged on her chains.

Angelus was leaning against the doorframe now, partially veiled by the dull lighting, but the sensual mouth could be glimpsed, curved in an appreciative smile that the Slayer would recollect only too well. That was not Angel's smile, that combination of pleasure and carnal cruelty could only belong to one creature in the world.

"Hello, lover." He stepped further into the light, allowing it to reveal his pitiless brown eyes. "Long time, no see."

Darla point of view

Darla had looked at the mansion, she'd searched some of their usual haunts, and still she didn't find Angelus. It only figured that when she really wanted him, he couldn't be found. Growling in frustration, Darla checked one more spot before finally giving up on him.

It would have been nice if Darla could have found Angelus, or even Drusilla to join her in the fun that was waiting, but if neither of them could be found, Darla would just enjoy the slayer herself. There were plenty of things that Darla had in mind for Buffy, some that would have been better with Angelus, but whatever, she'd do it alone.

There was no way Darla was going to miss this opportunity to give the slayer a little payback, the little blonde twit had it coming to her. Darla smiled to herself as she made her way back across town to the building where she had left Buffy safely chained to the wall.

Pushing open the door to the small room, Darla smelled him instantly, but how had he known to come here? Darla growled in frustration over all the time she'd just wasted looking for him only to come back and find him here.

"Angelus?" she called out, she knew he was in here somewhere. The thought that he might have gotten to the slayer before she could only angered her more. So much for his surprise, she thought as her eyes settled on her mate. Sauntering over to him, Darla laid her hand on his shoulder and purred in to his ear. "Surprise darling, you like what I brought you back from Sunnydale?"

Looking over at Buffy, Darla smiled wickedly at her, enjoying the site of her chained to the wall. "Looks like things are going to be a little different this go round Buffy. This time Angel's not going to save you from me."

Buffy point of view

Buffy frowned, pulling at the chains, trying countless times to slip her hands through. Each time, she managed to get it out just a bit, but then it would get too tight and cut into her skin, so she'd pull it back down.

And they say dreams never come true.

The slayer's eyes jerked up, and she stared in the doorway, an all too familiar figure standing in front of her. For a split second, the word Angel crossed her mind, but no. This wasn't Angel. Angel never looked at her as if she were food to be eaten... His voice wasn't filled with lust(Probably more than one kind...), and his lips were never in that cruel smirk. The look he gave her made her sick, and made her heart pound in her chest.

This was Angelus.

Oh she really wished she wasn't here. Darla was one thing. But Angelus? Oh God, would it be both of them? Buffy's eyes widened at the thought, her eyes shifting from Angelus to her chains. Angelus had barely gotten started the last time she met him, according to Angel. But even then, Buffy wasn't chained up where he could do anything he wanted.

"Long time indeed... I wouldn't have minded if I never saw you again." Buffy said coldly, glaring at Angelus. "You make me sick." Just as she spoke, the blonde mate walked in next to Angelus, crooning at him, looking for praise. Ugh. Disgusting.

"Maybe not..." Buffy said, trailing off, jerking her chains, trying to pull her hands free, her expression remaining as blank and passive as she could make it. She didn't want to show them she was afraid. Not at all if she could help it, but she sort of doubted that. "So, I'm a toy for the both of you, then? Something to entertain you?" Buffy hissed, looking from one leech to the other. "I wish I'd staked you." She said, not really pointing the comment at either one of them, but her eyes were on Darla.

This was not going to be good if she didn't get out of this. She'd have to wait until they unchained her. Or, if they came near her, her feet were still free. She could still do plenty of damage.

Once Buffy got free, she would stake the both of them, without hesitation.