Part Three: An Innocent Sacrifice Part b "Forgiveness"
Angel shook his head and stood up abruptly turning his back to Buffy, his eyes closed and his fists clenched, his anger rising inside of him.
"I never lied to you, not once. I loved you more than anything, our lives were different, yes, but I never stopped loving you. I couldn't bear to be with you, because if I was I knew that one day I would give in to my desires and all hell would break loose!"
Angel's tone shifted from harsh to soft and for a moment Buffy thought he was softening to her, finishing up washing her hair, she wiped her falling tears and grabbed the conditioner, lathering it through her blond hair.
"I never stopped loving you either, not once." She whispered softly, choking a little on a breath.
'Fucking liar, you dirty whore; you were sleeping with my childe!' Angelus shouted making Angel stiffen slightly, turning abruptly, his dark eyes bore into hers.
"You let him touch you, hold you, fuck you. Do you know how that made me feel? Seeing you two together, it ripped at my soul. What you did destroyed everything that I ever loved about you. Your once precious body and soul is now tainted by him. At least I know now what I meant to you!"
Angel growled and grew frustrated, slamming his fist through the bathroom wall, "How could you let that happen? You were the only one in this goddamn world that I trusted. You broke every vow that we ever made to each other!"
Pulling his hand out of the wall, Buffy watched the blood from his hand drip onto the floor, Angel's face morphed to his vampire features and his fangs bared slightly. "You disgust me!"
Stomping out of the room, he headed to the living room, picking up the tiny street girl; he took her to the small hidden room.
After chaining her up, he smirked, his eyes scanning her small body. "What's with you soul boy? Show her what she has done to you, make her pay for what she has done! Make her suffer!"
Angel ignored Angelus and pulled off the red head's clothes until she was completely nude. Tracing his finger down her slender body he grew hard, his cock throbbed at the sight of her. Her milky skin shimmered under the florescent lights, her firm breasts perked up as his hand brushed across them.
A gurgle and loud mumble escaped his lips and he opened his mouth leaning in, scraping his fangs lightly against her left breast. The girl awoke abruptly and she whimpered and tried to scream, Angel smiled and grabbed the nylon in his pocket and covered her mouth.
"So sweet and tasty," Angelus hummed and Angel pulled away quickly. "Take her, you idiot, can't you taste her sweet warm blood trickling down your throat?"
Angel licked his lips and got up, his stomach growled as he headed back to the slayer.
What the hell was going on? She was so angry for what Angel had done to her. The weird thing was she could still feel her soul and for some reason a part of her slayer ability as well. Why was she so afraid of him, she had fought worse demons before, and it wasn't like her and Angel had been together, he had no right to be angry with her.
Slipping out of the bath she began to dry herself off. Angel placed his hand on Buffy's shoulder and she jumped turning sharply.
Angel looked at Buffy finally, their eyes locking. Angel's soul ached at the vision in front of him. He hated being this angry at her but he needed to teach her a lesson for sleeping with Spike. The thought of the sadistic bastard touching his mate drove him crazy; he purred heavily licking his lips. Buffy's hair had fallen over her bare shoulders. Her towel had fallen down, exposing her pale skin to him. He swallowed hard as her small breasts perked at the sight of his newly hard arousal. Angel moved in swiftly standing merely inches away from her.
God, how he wanted to hurt her so badly, but the way she looked at him, the way her body screamed for him, burned through his skin, his cock hardened and he lifted his hand brushing it over her slender shoulders.
Angel's small erotic gesture caused Buffy to flinch, her crotch starting to become wet. Moving his head closer, he sniffed the inside of her neck, his lips brushing across her neck. A small groan slipped through her lips and her body trembled at his touch.
"You're mine!" He snapped biting lightly on her soft skin. She shivered and her core throbbed, "Show me your mine!" he growled lifting his gaze to hers.
She whimpered and moved her hand to his shirt motioning him to lift up his arms, he obliged and she shredded his shirt. The sight of his hard muscular chest aroused her and she ran her hands down his chest, her fingers playing with the button on his pants.
"I need you; I want you, your all I ever wished for!" she purred, leaning in and licking his chest, swirling her tongue around his nipple.
Angel roared and grabbed her hard, slamming her against the wall, lifting her up, she wrapped her legs around his hips and he sighed burying his head in the crook of her neck.
Buffy sighed as he wrapped his arms tighter around her, "Please Angel," she begged, "Make me yours again." She moaned, digging her nails into the small of his back.