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Chapter three

Darla leaned back on her elbows and glared at her childe. "What are we doing Angelus?" she sighed. "Or better yet, what are you doing?"

Angelus whirled around and shifted into his game face. "Who are you to question my motives?" he snarled at her.

She shot up off the bed, her face shifting as she did and got right into his face. "You are my childe, I am your elder and you will respect me, because if you don't I will end you."

"Hah! As if you could. You've gotten old and slow in the days I was gone. I'm sure little William didn't do much to keep you on your toes and since your sire was stuck under ground..." he drawled.

Darla didn't hesitate and pulled her fist back with every intent to show her childe who was boss, but before her fist could connect with his gut, Angelus grabbed it in a crushing grip. She couldn't keep the cry of pain from ripping from her throat as he put enough pressure on it to break the bones.

"What were you going to do old lady?" he hissed as he bent over her crumpling form.

"Angelus, unhand me at once," she hissed through gritted teeth.

Angelus barked out a sharp laugh and yanked on her broken hand until she was standing before him. He leaned in ever closer and inhaled deeply, smelling the faint aroma of her fear. His lips lifted into a mocking sneer as he pushed her harshly back onto the bed.

"Let me show you how it's done, my darling sire," he growled before he pounced on her.

Realistically Buffy knew that vampires couldn't actually feel cold, since they were cold blooded, but by now it felt as if she was freezing. She had been huddled in the back of a shallow cave in the Nevada desert for a handful of days and nights and she felt as if her flesh would start to fall off her bones due to her lack of nourishment.

If she was to come across a human now she knew that human would be screwed and so would her tenuous hold on her demon and if that happened... She didn't even want to know what would happened then.

She cringed as her eyes closed of their own accord and she was once again assaulted by the memories of the night she was changed. She didn't want to see the images, but she no longer held enough strength to stay awake in order to avoid them. As she felt her body lose it's grip on consciousness, she shot a brief prayer to whichever deity would listen that she would be safe from Angelus this night. Unfortunately nobody seemed to be listening because he was already haunting her dreams.

"Aaah, just look at that innocent little thing," Angelus drawled as he stepped out of the shadows. "But, she isn't so innocent any more, is she?" he asked no one in particular.

Buffy suppressed a shudder at his leer and instead drew up to her full height, fully prepared for battle.

"Tut, tut, tut, sweetness. No need for such harshness in your face. I am here to make peace, to offer you a truce of sorts."

"I don't deal with monsters like you," she spat. "I came here to put an end to this once and for all."

Angelus threw his head back and laughed. "Oh, you poor, misguided girl. Do you really think you can fight me and win?" He barked another sharp laugh. "I'll let you in on a little secret. You're not going to live through the night if you don't accept my offer."

Buffy had enough of his taunts and lunged forward, managing to catch the burly vampire off guard and planting a fist solidly under his chin. The growl that erupted from him after she struck caused Buffy to freeze for half a second. He was seriously pissed now and when he looked down at her, she knew that tonight all the sick games he'd been playing would be over. He'd end her or she'd end him. Either way it would all be over tonight.

He lunged for her, but she managed to duck out of the way. Twirling around she kicked his lower back. Her kick combined with his forward movement, had him stumbling to his knees. She didn't think, she just acted on instinct as she attacked his back.

She hadn't counted on him anticipating her next move. She hadn't thought the action through. She should have known better.

All those realizations and more shot through her head as she felt his hands seize her arm and toss her overhead. He released her and she soared through the night air for a moment until she landed against a nearby mausoleum. She bit on her lip to keep the pain induced scream inside. She didn't want him to have the satisfaction.

She stumbled to her feet, but before she even had the opportunity to get her bearings, Angelus was in front of her, his hands on her to keep her against the wall.

"I was going to make it sweet and tender for you, but you've tried my patience too many times already," he hissed lowly. "Now I'm just going to have to show you how I deal with ungrateful little bitches like yourself."

Buffy tried in vain to struggle free, but she could hardly move as he pinned her down with his body and started tearing at her clothes. When she opened her mouth to scream he growled at her and clamped one beefy hand over her mouth.

No, this isn't happening! Her mind screamed at her. This is Angel, the man who lovesyou, the man who made love to you only a handful of days ago!

A part of her shut down as Angelus roughly pushed his fingers into her, smiling wickedly as she whimpered in pain against the hand covering her mouth. It was almost as if she stepped out of her body and watched it happen from afar.

Angelus moved her up and momentarily released her mouth so he could open his pants and push himself against her.

"Angel, please don't," she begged as tears poured down her face. "Please, you have to be in there somewhere. Don't let him do this to me."

Angelus looked up at her and for a fraction of a second he seemed like her Angel, but then he merely laughed and pushed forward, sending a bolt of pain through her. She cried harder and tried to fight against him, but with the pain from the fight and his massive body pinning her down, she didn't even get an extra inch of breathing space.

Please, god, please let this stop. Let him kill me or something. Please, make it stop. She begged silently as she suffered through the violation.

Buffy retreated into herself until she felt him release inside her. She expected it to be over then, but it wasn't. Instead Angelus glowered down at her, baring his fangs.

"And now, my little Slayer, you'll be mine completely," he growled before bending his head to her throat and piercing her skin.

Buffy's scream of agony cut off with a gurgling sound as her vision started fading to black. She felt something cool trickling down her throat and she swallowed convulsively. By the time the realization hit her what exactly was running down her throat, it was too late.

Gasping for breath she didn't need, Buffy came awake her eyes flicking frantically around the cavern to check for threats. She wondered what had woken her, but couldn't sense much outside of the cavern she was in. At least not until she calmed her harsh breathing.

She suddenly discerned a rapid thud of a heart and the shuffling of feet somewhere off to the left of the cave's entrance. Her demon roared inside her head, but she was too afraid to allow it to surface. She listened as if entranced to the sound of that heartbeat as it came closer.

Then suddenly something came shuffling into the mouth of the cave and Buffy lost her grip. Her demon roared to the forefront and her face shifted as she lunged forward.

Spike settled his old trusty leather duster on his shoulders, pulled himself up to his full hight and cracked his knuckles. He was ready to go. He would get the Slayer back to her mates, get her fixed up and then find himself a beautiful sunset. He was done with this world, done with it's cruelty and it's beauty. Every moment he remained 'alive' he felt the distinct agony of Dru's absence and the mental anguish of the pain and suffering he caused since his awakening as a vampire.

He would give the world it's best fighter back and he'd make sure she'd stick around long enough to remember who she was and the good she could and should do and then he'd allow himself the peace of his final death. At least that was what he hoped for.

"So kiddies, all set?" he asked, forcing himself to focus on the here and now. Daydreaming would get this group nowhere.

He received an eager nod from Willow and a few more reluctant ones from the rest of the gang. It would have to do, he decided. He nodded at them and they packed their things together before climbing into the small van they had purchased for this particular search and rescue mission. It was a good thing that Rupert had arranged for a different and more sensible vehicle for when they found the Slayer. Putting her in a confined space like this with her friends was going to be a suicide mission on their part, he knew that much.

The group was silent as they drove out of Sunnydale in the direction of Los Angeles. Spike tried to focus on the link he held towards Angelus, but it was difficult with the pain of losing Drusilla still so fresh. He had warned the others about it and they had accepted the fact that it may take them a while to track the Slayer down. For now he was faring on the belief that the Slayer was still with Angelus.

"Did you bring the things I asked you to?" he murmured to Rupert who was sitting beside him in the front seat.

He girmaced. "Yes, but I don't know why you'd ask me to bring those things."

"It's a contingency plan, Rupes. You know as well as I do that we should be prepared for the fact that the Slayer isn't the kind of girl you remember."

Rupert sighed heavily. "I know, I know. I just find it difficult to wrap my mind about the fact that she's now a demon without a soul."

"You and your damned soul hang ups. Do you lot ever think about the fact that there are thousands of people in this world that have a soul but are just as evil or maybe even more us than vampires and demons? Men and women that beat their children or sexually abuse them. Murdurers, rapists and who knows what other kind of twisted souls. You should really start to consider that a soul doesn't necessarily make a difference."

"Right, bleach boy," Xander piped up from the back seat. "You're one to talk. Before you got caught by the Council's doctor, you were actively trying to kill us all."

Spike snarled. "If I had wanted to kill you lot for real, you would have been dead by now. The first night I ran into the Slayer I was impressed by her and I wanted to know what it would feel like to fight her, but I have never been really thirsty for the kill. With the other two Slayers it was different. The first time I killed a Slayer I was so hell bent on proving Dursilla that I was better than her daddy so I wanted that young girl dead and gone. I wanted her blood because I heard it was an aphrodisiac and I was still stupid enough to think that Drusilla would choose me over Angelus because of it."

He drew in a deep breath before he continued. "The second time I killed a Slayer was per her request. She wanted to die, she wanted to end the constant battle that her life was, so her little boy could grow up out of harms way. I even stuck around to make sure the kid was taken care of before I moved on. You have your own opinions on me and I don't need you to change them. All I am saying is that I never truly was after your blood. Why else would I have left you and Red alive at the old factory, huh?"

Xander leaned back in his chair without further comment. Spike sensed the unease in the air as he had brought up the episode in the factory, but he decided to let it rest. Hashing it all out would only make things worse.

He remembered how desperate he had been when Drusilla had clung to Angelus as if her life depended on him as soon as Angelus returned. What a fool he had been to kidnap two of the Slayers friends and then ask the little witch to do a love spell for him. He had been so lost even then. It was no wonder the soldiers that worked with the Council had gotten him so easily. When he left Sunnydale that night, he had been really out of it.

He knew the Slayer must have been turned only a few nights after he left. He cringed internally at the undoubtedly brutal way Angelus had gone about it. If Angelus had been anything like the vampire he was prior to the gypsy's curse, he would have tortured the girl before he turned her. He just hoped that his grandsire had been at least somewhat held back by the love he had held for the girl.

A shift inside his chest alerted him that there was more trouble ahead. The tie to Darla and Angelus, which had been somewhat weakened since he had received his soul seemed to go slack even further. Despite that, Spike could still feel the fact that within the balance between those two, something was changing and it certainly wasn't for the better.

Spike pushed his foot down further. They needed to get to L.A. and fast or they might lose all hope of finding the Slayer.

Angelus leered at the broken form of his sire. He loved to look at her like this, all bloodied and broken. Her naked form trembling in fear. She should be afraid, he mused. If she no longer served her purpose as the body he could slate his lust on, she'd be dust as quickly as his childe had been. He licked her blood from his lips as he mulled over the gratifying pain he would feel as his sire was ripped away. He was instantly hard again.

Darla noticed the gleem in his eye and his hardened length and shuddered in disgust. She had loved their harshness in bed in the past and she relished in combining pain with pleasure, but she knew that for her there would no longer be pleasure, just the pain. Determined to see this through, if only to survive long enough to escape her deranged childe, she didn't fight him as he climbed on top of her, instead she closed her eyes and summoned the most erotic images she could so her body would at least partly welcome his intrusion.

For some reason the image of Spike came to mind and how loving and thoughtful he had always been with Drusilla. Maybe, just maybe, she had been wrong about him. Perhaps the way he loved was better than the fine line between pleasure and pain she and Angelus had always walked, but then again, she relished the thrill, the added rush a little pain gave during sex. Giving into her demon, her face shifted and she sunk her teeth into her childe's neck as she moved over and within her.

Angelus roared in pleasurable pain as his sire drew the first of his blood. Yes! His mind roared. Yes! This is how it should be! Hurt her back, she wants it, she's begging for it! No more pansy love making, just brutal fucking until one or both of us is in so much pain that you can't continue! Just wait until I get my hands on the Slayer and her delicate little frame. She'll be screaming bloody murder before I let her go!

The two vampires continued to move together, to hurt together and to come together until the first rays of sunlight rose over they horizon and they succumbed to the lure of the heavy sleep of the dead.

Buffy sat and stared at the carcass, feeling somewhat dumbfounded by what she had done and how her demon was now purring contentedly. Could it really be this easy to survive as a vampire? She felt sated and she was almost certain that she would be able to hold off the hunger for at least a day now, maybe even two.

She inhaled and readjusted her opinion on it being easy. The smell that came with it was horrendous and since she was stuck here with that damned carcass until the sun went down she'd have to do her best not to breathe. Something, she had discovered, made her feel claustrophobic.

Just one day, she reminded herself. She could deal with the stench for one day.

A/N: I discovered I had a little something of season three in one of the previous chapters, so I attempted to fix the little plothole in this one.

So now you've read a little more about what happened the night of Buffy's change, it's not pretty and Angelus is a disgusting bastard, but it all serves a prupose, I promise. I hope you enjoyed it, despite the horrible thingsh happening.

I wanted to thank everyone who reads the story and those who've reviewed the chapters so far as well as the fav's and followers. I'm so grateful for any attention the story may receive.

Hugs,

A.N.N.