Chapter four! Let the mental torture begin!

Disclaimer: I do not own/did not create any of these characters. These characters were created by the maker of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Joss Whedon.

Angelus point of view

He caught the Slayer's leg, his fingers digging painfully at first into the muscle, his face a sudden mask of rage at her attempt to deliver another blow between his legs as she had once, long ago when they'd first met.

But perhaps it was the effect of having Darla there, brandishing her whip and blade, at his side, or perhaps it was quick thinking on the vampire's behalf that his expression softened, his touch became less a grip than a caress of the Slayer's shapely thigh. "No you don't, Buff. I'm going to enjoy this, you know."

He took the knife from Darla, testing the point against his finger, idly examining it. "As I recall, I owe you for that sword through the chest, lover. That hurt. You sent poor old Angel boy straight to Hell," He smirked, meeting her furious gaze.

"You want to know what they did to him, what they did to us, down there for hundreds of years because of you? I could enlighten you if you want. Make you understand why he couldn't stand the sight of you, wouldn't touch you for months after he came back."

Angelus slammed the blade against the brick beside Buffy's head, nuzzling his cheek against hers a moment, his eyes seeking his Sire's. "It's because he blamed you."

Darla point of view

Buffy was starting to loose it, Darla could smell the fear in the girl increasing and it excited her. Even though she'd yet to touch the slayer, just watching her squirming like this was quite the warm-up, rather like foreplay before the actual act.

Watching Angelus play his little mind fuck game with her, mentioning Angel, made Darla smile. Nothing got under the slayer's skin like the mention of her lost lover, the man she would always love, but could never have. Ahhh such torture for a young woman in love, knowing that you'll never have what you most desire.

As long as Angelus was around, there could be no Angel, there would be nothing for Buffy to hold on to in her darkest of times, some of which were about to begin. Angelus' eyes met hers, sending her a silent message that she understood perfectly. A smile played across her lips as she uncoiled the whip in her hand with one swift movement of her wrist.

The sound of the whip snapping to its full length crackled through the air, causing the slayer's body to flinch. Darla's eyes never left Angelus' as she moved closer to Buffy, moving the whip from side to side, letting the tips of the leather trail over the leg Angelus still held in his grasp.

"I think it's time we give her a lesson in pain, let her see what it's like to be sent to Hell." Darla had been there herself, had spent time being tortured, maimed and put through extreme pain. One of those trips had been courtesy of Buffy, but now it was her turn to be in Hell...the hell that Darla and Angelus would create, just for her.

Moving to position herself on the other side of the slayer, Darla leaned across her and kissed Angelus passionately, pinning Buffy closer into the wall. Pulling back from him, Darla growled playfully before she turned her attention back to Buffy. "Where to start with you slayer? There's just so much to do, how about we start with a little snack?" Darla took a few steps back and with a flick of her wrist brought the whip down onto her exposed flesh, leaving a thin red line of blood leading down the slayer's leg.

Buffy point of view

She stared directly at Angelus as he grabbed her thigh, his grip tightening each second. Buffy expected that, and she didn't care. She just kept her gaze steady, her expression blank of emotion except anger, and stared into the demon's eyes.

But then his grip softened, and Buffy frowned as he began to caress the skin of her leg. His hands... The same as Angel's hands... They felt the same. That touch was just the way that... No, no she couldn't think like that. This wasn't Angel, it was Angelus. She had to push the thoughts of Angel away, especially now.

"I didn't want to. It was your fault. Opening that portal. Did you have any idea what you were doing?" Buffy grew increasingly angry as she spoke, longing for her arms to be free so she could jump him and punch his face in. She jerked at the chains, glaring at the leech in front of her.

That was one of the only things that drove Buffy crazy. When Angelus spoke about Angel. His soulled counterpart. Her heart began beating faster as he spoke, coming closer to her all the while. And then-

SLAM!

Buffy jumped, her lips parting slightly and her eyes widening in surprise as the knife slammed into the wall just next to her head. It's because he blamed you.. Those five words seemed to echo in her mind, and they hurt worse than anything she had heard him say. Was that really true? Did Angel really blame her? He knew why she did it. She had to...

Her eyebrows furrowed as Buffy thought, knowing all the while that Angelus was just playing with her. Even though she knew that, the words still stung, and made her wonder. What if what he was saying was true? Thankfully, she didn't have much time to think about it. Darla came in and ruined the doubting and worried thoughts Angelus had placed in Buffy's head with his words. For once, Buffy was glad that Darla was there.

Even if she was cracking a whip at her.

Buffy almost laughed at Darla's comment about showing her what hell was like. Buffy knew what hell was like. It was the world she had to live in every single day. The slayer had been in heaven. She knew what it was like to have absolute peace, and then have it ripped from her, by the people she cared about most. Her friends. She was in hell. Every day.

"I've had my fair taste of hell, Darla. Though, it seems to be getting increasingly worse today. I can't imagine why." Buffy said as Darla draped herself over Buffy's leg, pushing her back against the wall, mashing her lips against Angelus's lips. Buffy turned her head to the side, repulsed. These vampires were disgusting...

She was almost glad when Darla cracked the whip against her leg. Yes, it hurt, but it wasn't anything new. Buffy had felt pain before. It was a very sharp pain, but it went away soon enough, leaving a dull ache. She glanced down at her thigh, watching the blood begin to bead the long, thin wound from the whip. "A snack? You vampires honestly need to come up with new puns referring to us humans. A snack? Come on. That's been used so much, it's just annoying to hear."

After rolling her eyes, knowing the comment wouldn't hurt Darla (she was just aiming to annoy), she pulled her leg from Angelus's roaming hand, planting her foot on the floor. If Angelus wanted her blood, then let him kneel on the floor in front of her.