It had taken him a while, but he'd finally found exactly what he'd been searching for. It was a thing of beauty, really and when the Scourge of Europe reappeared, lounging in his usual lazy respite against the doorframe watching with a particular little smile on his face, his fingers were toying with the collar of a thin leash. Something glittered in the light as he turned it this way and that.
"Well, she's right and she's wrong, but that doesn't matter."
Angelus' voice broke into the midst of torture, that smooth rumble that was at once pleasing and terrifying. He'd dressed to find his little present for their new pet, a blood red satin shirt and those familiar leather pants. A finger hung loosely from the belt as he sauntered toward Darla and Buffy, two pairs of eyes focused on the tall vampire as he swung the collar and leash.
His features broke into a grin, part evil little schoolboy and part monster.
"Like it, Buff? I got it just for you, lover. I think it's going to look so good on you when you're on your hands and knees in front of me." He sighed, pleasure rising at the mere notion of Buffy on her knees, tears free falling down hot cheeks, gagging as she-- Angelus could barely contain himself. But he hadn't gotten to the age he had by acting on every whim that passed through his head, he was cunning.
And he had a desperate need to see Buffy Summers broken.
Oh, Darla could get her kicks physically torturing the girl, but she was the Slayer. This was easy for her, this was nothing. But the Scourge of Europe, he understood this girl far better than perhaps she even understood herself. To get under the Slayer's skin, you had to get inside her head. And he was nothing if not good at playing the game of mental torture.
Buffy point of view
Buffy watched the screwdriver warily, only half-listening to what Darla was saying. Her words weren't as important as that small metal point she was rubbing against her thigh.
Then, just as Darla picked it up, looking like she was going to put it down, she stabbed it into the flesh of Buffy's leg and into her muscles. Buffy's lips parted, and she instantly let out a loud, shrill scream of pain.
Oh God oh GOD! She screamed in her mind, writhing in the chains on the bed. Buffy could already feel her warm blood flowing around the metal and onto the sheets of the bed.
Before Buffy had a chance to get, even somewhat, used to the pain, Darla pressed a searing hot poker just under Buffy's ear. Buffy's eyes widened and watered in pain, and another cry escaped her parted lips.
She could smell the skin of her neck burning. She could feel the iron start to move through the skin to the bone of her jaw and the muscles of her neck.
After a few more moments, Buffy's mind pushed slightly through the pain to force Buffy's eyes to focus on Darla. So that she could see what instrument of torture she would pick next.
But then--
"Well, she's right and she's wrong, but that doesn't matter."
Oh God... Angelus was back...
Buffy's eyes hazily moved to the objects in his hands, staring at them a few moments before her mind registered what her eyes were seeing.
A leash... And a collar.
Buffy wasn't sure which one she'd rather have. Darla shoving metal things into her skin, or Angelus parading her around on the floor, naked, like a pet on a leash. Well, she wouldn't WANT either of them. But out of the two? Buffy was almost sure she'd want the pain.
With Angelus came many more complications and methods of torture. More than just physical.
Buffy closed her eyes a moment, hoping that this was all some wack-up dream. She opened them a few seconds later. Not a dream... "Like them?" Buffy choked out, tugging at her chains, wincing when she moved her leg.
"I'm not a dog." She hissed, partially in pain as she turned her head, and partially in anger.
Darla point of view
His scent had mingled with the smell of the slayer's burning flesh a few moments before he spoke, his voice almost like music to her ears. She'd wondered where her boy had just disappeared to, and when Darla turned her gaze from the slayer briefly, her eyes ticked over what he held in his hands.
Giving Angelus a sly half smile, she winked at him and looked down at Buffy on the bed. The two of them were just warming up, the screams of pain she'd gotten out of her so far were fun, but no where near what she wanted. To hear the slayer cry, beg, and scream, those were sounds she would relish, the sounds that at last the slayer had been broken.
"Cute toy. I wondered where you wandered off to." Her voice was indifferent, whether he was here or not wasn't going to stop her from doing what she set out to do. Although there was no doubt in her mind that having Angelus around would make it more fun, he had the whole looking like Angel thing going for him, which played a large part in torturing Buffy.
Looking down at the slayer on the bed, Darla knew what Angelus had in mind for the slayer. "Looks like you're about to be treated like one slayer. Dog or not, you're about to get a new lesson."
Picking up the candle next to the bed, her hand moved over the slayer's body, pausing just below her neck. Tilting the candle slightly so the flame wouldn't go out, she let the pool of hot wax hit the slayer's flesh as her hand traveled downward. As the hot wax hit her flesh, the slayer rewarded her with another yelp of pain, and the vampire smiled.
"I suppose you want to have her now?" She asked Angelus, a slight pout to her lips, she'd rather liked having Buffy all to herself, but for him, she'd share.