Part Three: "An Innocent Sacrifice."

Angel headed inside the cottage, shutting the door quietly he entered the living room. A small soft whimper of Buffy in deep slumber jerked him.

"Wake her now!" Angelus gurgled

Angel grew annoyed and laid the girl on the couch. His eyes turning dark and a frown appeared. He needed something more. She needed to be contained. A thought occurred to him and he turned sharply glancing down the dim hallway.

Yes, that's it. We don't want her escaping! He whispered his lips curving into a wide grin.

Silently he crept by Buffy's room, stopping at the room at the end of the hall. Angel scanned the small room, cobwebs and dust covered the walls, a small bed sat on the other side, a small wooden desk beside it.

Angel headed to the desk and opened the drawer. A small shiny key laid on a velvet case, Angel snickered snatching the key up and heading to a huge closet. Opening it up, his eyes fell on the shelves of shoes and racks of clothes, reaching in he parted the clothes and stepped through the small space.

Angelus moaned within Angel, Yes, I remember this, what we use to do here.

Angel's hand slid down the wall flicking on the light switch. Four gas lamps turned on. Giving the room an exotic dim look, his eyes caught the steal chains hanging above a kind size bed.

The bed had a blue satin canopy; the mattress was covered with blue velvet covers, which were tucked in so perfectly around the edges.

Angelus snickered within Angel and Angel knew what Angelus was thinking. Memories of the past flooded his train of thought. Darla, Dru and Spike. Humans…innocent people, tortured and murdered.

Flashes of images of blood and bodies surrounded him. Angel winced at the memory, all the poor innocent people were gone now…because of them.

Angel took a seat on the bed and slid his hand a cross the smooth blankets. He remembered Dru and how she would make a point of straightening things up, even placing the dead bodies upright and fixing them up. What was he doing bringing her here. This was not what he wanted for her. The memories that surrounded him was something he wanted to forget.

"Fight it soul boy. This is what we are destined to do. She is the slayer, our slayer…ours for eternity."

"No!" Angel shouted shaking his head, standing up he began to pace the room franticly, "It was you Angelus who wanted to take her…not me. All I wanted for her was a normal life, not this...not us."

"Why is it so hard for you to accept what's happened? Buffy is our eternal mate forever, enjoy what you have." Angelus yelled within, causing Angel to transform into his demon

Angel hissed and snarled reaching up and rubbing his hand through his hair. Taking one more glance at the room, he headed back through the small entrance and into Buffy's room.

Buffy was still sleeping and Angel knew that she would be sleeping for hours. Grabbing the chair by the window, he placed it in front of her and sat down.

Guilt washed over Angel as he watched Buffy's sleeping form twitch and shake at the nightmares. His eyes closed as he remembered what it was like for him when he was first turned.

****Flashback****

"Angelus lets go out tonight." Darla purred licking at his earlobe.

"Yes, daddy…pretty please, let's go dancing." Dru chirped and giggled loudly spinning around.

"What about the girl?" Spike questioned taking one last drag of his cigarette.

"Soon," Angelus purred leaning in to Darla and kissing her roughly.

Darla growled and Angelus grabbed her hard, squeezing her ass. A huge smile formed his lips, his eyes morphing to Spike's form.

"Later, we will deal with her later."

The young girl squirmed and cried, yanking on the steel restraints. Darla smiled and giggled at Angelus, locking her arm with his.

"Yes we have much more to do." She answered and opened the screen door and turned sharply to Dru, a smile playing on her lips. "Maybe daddy will let us bring that bartender home tonight." She whispered winking towards her childe.

****Flashback****

Angel awoke suddenly his eyes focusing on Buffy, she whimpered softly and turned to her side, he relaxed and reached his hand to her face tracing her jaw line.

"See I did win soul boy."

Angel growled softly," You didn't win anything Angelus. You are still inside of me."

Angelus laughed, "She was never yours Angel. She is my mate; she thrives for the darkness and the hunger. I am the one she desires."

Angel grew frustrated and stood up leaving the room, shutting the door silently, he headed to the kitchen.

"You think she loves you, fuck! She only has to deal with you because of me, you are a part of me, she loves the man Angelus, not the beast!", slamming down the kettle on the stove he turned it on and leaned against the fridge closing his eyes trying to get Angelus out of his mind.

"Are you sure about that? She was sleeping with our childe if I recall" Angelus mocked.

Angel hissed loudly as he fixed his tea. After making his tea, he headed to the couch, taking a seat and placing the cup on the table. His eyes shut instantly and a small noise escaped his mouth.

"He didn't even have a soul." Angelus stated.

"Shut up, fucking shut up! You don't know anything, she doesn't love you, and she loves me." Angel screamed and picked up his cup, taking a huge breathe and he whipped it across the room.

A loud smashing sound echoed through the room and tiny pieces of glass shattered against the wall.

Buffy awoke to the loud sound, slipping out of bed she headed to see what was going on.

Angel felt Buffy instantly and turned, his gaze feel on hers and he groaned and closed his eyes tightly leaning his head back against the couch.

"What is going on?" She asked her arms crossed tightly around her. Angel ignored her and Angelus laughed within making Angel hiss silently.

Buffy heard him and groaned, heading to the couch stopping right in front of him.

"Have you been sitting here the whole time?"

"Does it matter?" Angel snapped, he didn't mean to but Angelus's taunts and the truth behind it, angered him more than he liked. He stood up brushing right passed her and leaned against the fireplace, his eyes closing again.

"What?" She asked and swirled around to face him. She sighed," We need to eat?" She said anger boiling within her.

"Soon," Angel mumbled as he headed to the bathroom.

"But I am hungry Angel." She whined following him to the bathroom.

"I don't care! We eat when I say we eat." He barked his eyes flashing yellow.

Buffy stopped she was shocked at the tone in his voice. He was treating her so badly, her eyes filled with tears and she turned her face away from him trying to hide the tears forming.

Ten minutes passed and Buffy was still standing in the same spot, tears streamed down her face. Angel grabbed her pulling her with him into the large room, brushing a hair from her face, his features softened to her and he motioned her to lift her arms, she obliged and he pulled of her sweater and shirt. Watching her closely he reached behind her and unclasped her bra. She stiffened and a moan escaped as his large hands brushed against her nipple.

"I made you a bath…get undressed."

Buffy undressed while Angel went in search for some towels. She sighed as the hot water touched her body.

Angel entered and placed the towels on the toilet, his eyes scanned her body and he swallowed at the beautiful sight in front of him.

Buffy ignored his intense stare and began to wash her self, grabbing the sponge she started with her chest, working her way down to her feet.

"Why did you lie to me?" Angel scowled shifting his feet from side to side, his gaze positioned on her soapy breasts.

Buffy's head shot up her eyes filled with pain and confusion at his question

"What? I never lied to you. It was you who always was lying or hiding something from me." She whispered her gaze shifting to his.

Sighing Angel sat down on the toilet. Buffy began to quiver as she watched Angel's eyes fill with rage.

"You dirty whore!" Angelus screamed and Angel's face transformed his fangs bearing, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth.