Here's part deux as promised! I had to correct some things before I sent it out! Sorry! This story has 3 or 4(or 5) more chapters to it before it closes! We're so close!

Once again! WARNING: There are some slightly graphic scenes ahead. Nothing too bad, but you've been warned.

Buffy had gone off to her room after the whole ordeal. She fed and changed out of her clothes into her sushi pajamas. She began to replay the events over in her mind. What had Xander meant by rebellious Awakeners. There were no such things. Awakeners were always loyal to their clan. This situation was different, though. They would understand; they wouldn't harm her. They died young because of the bounties on their heads. Not because of her own people.

She fell into a restless sleep and was awoken by a knock on the door the next day.

She yawned and got out of bed. The sunlight dipping into her window, telling her it was just past noon. The person knocked again before she got to the door and she snapped, "Hold your horses, jeeze!"

She whipped the door open, "What do you want?"

"You are just a constant ray of sunshine, you know that?" Spike said sarcastically, walking into her room.

"Well, the last time you were here I had to deal with a grumpy Angelus and that is never fun." Buffy huffed and closed the door.

"Hmmm, I'm sure he'll teach you to enjoy it." He smirked at the blush that appeared on her face, "Or has he already?"

"Spike!" She snapped, embarrassed, "Get to the point or get out!"

"Fine. Just wanted a bit of fun." He walked back to the door, "Angelus wants you. Meet him in the lower level training room in 20 minutes. Grab a Guard to escort you."

"Wait," She caught his attention before he left, "What happened in the meeting last night?"

"Oh, you mean the one that just ended a few minutes ago?" Spike sighed and leaned against the door, "A lot of yelling and a lot of being yelled at. Top Secret information sharing and a whole lot of things I'm not going to tell you. Ask Angelus. You know, he's soft for you."

She watched as he turned and left. She didn't bother calling him back; she wouldn't get much information out of him.

"He's soft for me?"

She sighed and began to get dressed.

"Spike said you wanted to see me?"

Angelus turned and saw his girl still in the leather pants, but with a soft cotton black shirt and combat boots. He walked up to her and grabbed her by the shoulders,"I want you to hit me as hard as you can."

Buffy's face scrunched in suspicion at the sudden and strange request, "Wha- huh?"

He took off his shirt, throwing it to the other side of the room, "Hit me. As hard as you can."

She gave a good look over his muscular body, but shook herself out of it, "Um…how about no?"

He stared at her, "C'mon, Buff! Just do it. Hit me."

"C'mon Angel," She stressed the nickname he seemed to hate, "I don't want to hit you."

"That's a far cry from the girl who was choking me a little more than a week ago. I know you've got some unresolved issues with me."

Buffy scoffed internally. She definitely had some unresolved issues with him, but they all led to the bedroom not the battlefield. "Yeah…well, things are different now."

"Is that so?" He walked up to her until there was little space between them. He lifted her face and caressed it softly with his fingers, "And what makes things so different?"

Angelus had the ability to make her forget about everything around her. At that very moment, she was lost. The most simple gesture or word from him made her insane with need. She wanted him, desperately, but she was not about to become one of his many lovers.

She smacked his hand away and took a few steps back, "Fine. If that's how you want to play."

Angelus grinned at her spirit, "Oh, baby, as soon as you let me, I'll show you exactly how I like to play."

She shook off the wave of lust his words caused her and took a fighting position.

"What is the point of this?" She asked as they slowly circled each other, looking for a weakness.

"I want you to be prepared for anything. The way your clan has been teaching you to fight isn't good enough. Too much defense, not enough attack." He swung at her and she immediately dodged his blow.

"I trained almost every single day for 3 hours!" She argued and threw a halfhearted right cross.

He caught her arm and pulled her towards him, "But where's the passion?"

She quickly squirmed out of his loose grip and stepped back. "What are you talking about?"

He stepped quickly toward her and she moved back. "You're reflexes are good. You look pretty spry. But, are you in love?"

She dropped her guard and froze, "What?"

Using his incredible speed he zipped behind her. "I watched you while we were fighting those intruders. You are a machine, my dear. But, do you love it?"

She turned quickly, "No. I do not enjoy killing. Or fighting. War is what cost me my family."

"Not war, my love. Do you love who you are? The power that is inside of you? Do you enjoy your strength?" He threw a combination of punches and kicks at her, each one she blocked perfectly, but mechanically.

"Your form is perfect, but where is the passion?" He did the same attack with more intensity and even though it was slightly more difficult, she blocked every blow.

"Jesus! Are you trying to put my eye out?" She sent a kick his way, which he blocked. She felt her temperature rising and knew that this would be a workout she would never forget. She sent two right crosses and he caught her arm, just like before. This time she threw her left arm behind her and caught him at his temple.

She winced as his head whipped to the side from the force of the blow. She quickly moved toward him, "Oh God! Are you ok?"

He faced her with a proud smirk, "Atta girl…"

"I don't like this game." She turned and began to leave the room.

"This is no game, Buffy!" He grabbed her arm and turned her back around. "You want to be here? You want to stay with us? What you saw last night was nothing. Just like the Awakeners before, there are those who are going to want to see you dead. I refuse to let that happen. Now hit me again!"

Tears welled up in her eyes. She knew that she shouldn't trust him, she knew that something bad may come out of this entire situation. However, with Angelus' words she couldn't help but feel if she had gotten a small piece of her family back.

She tightened her lips and launched herself at him. They were a myriad of punches and kicks, both flowing together like they had practiced for years. One would get the upper hand and then quickly lose it to the other. Soon, it grew too exhausting for Buffy and Angelus caught her with a light blow to her side. She fell back against the wall, which was also padded in the light grey material.

They were both panting, more from attraction than exhaustion. She stared into his eyes, "Is this the part where you try to kiss me?"

He watched as she innocently licked her lips, not knowing the effect it had on him, "Is this the part where you let me?"

"Maybe…"

He took that as a definite and pressed his lips against hers. He surprised them both with the gentleness of the kiss. It began sweetly, soft, but quickly it grew into one of passion and need. Buffy moved her hands up and down his torso, feeling the muscles she had seen so many times. He backed her up into one of the walls and roughly lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and gripped his shoulders. He cupped her ass and moved her against his ever growing manhood.

"Ahhhh…" She moaned loudly as she felt the response of his body to her. She had never been aroused as this. She raked her nails across his back, digging into the pale strong flesh. He kissed his way down her neck and his demon rose to the surface. He sucked lightly, not breaking the skin, but it was sure to leave marks.

"Oh, my, God!" She growled as his teeth hit a particularly sensitive spot. Had someone asked her a week ago if she would have let Master Angelus anywhere near neck, she would have thought them insane. Now she can't imagine a more heavenly feeling.

Angelus would love nothing more than to fuck her senseless, right in that very spot, and tear his mark into her neck. He pulled away from her delicate temptation, trying to clear his head of the vixen against him. Buffy was having none of it. She began her own sensual pursuit of his neck; nibbling and sucking on his sensitive flesh. She used her hips to throw him off balance, and down they went to the mat on the floor.

"Oh, my love, you have no fucking idea what you do to me." He flipped them over so that he was on top of her.

She pulled back and looked at him, his demon eyes glowing red at her. She lifted her hips and twirled them into his. "I think I can guess…"

Angelus growled and pinned her hands to the side of mat beneath them, "You don't know what you're asking for."

"Yes, I do." She raised up and gave a sensual lick to his lips, "I want you to go where no else has gone before. I don't want to walk for a week. I want to make you mine."

This girl shook him. He would have never imagined those words coming out of her mouth. He lost any and all control. He took her mouth in a kiss and then lowered his hands and began unbuckling her belts.

"Oh! Oh… um… I'm sorry. I really hate to interrupt-" Came a stammer from the corner of the room.

The couple looked up and saw a broadly smiling Willow at the entrance to the training room.

Angelus growled irritably at her, "What the hell is it, Willow?"

Buffy shot Angel a glare then gave an apologetic smile, still underneath him, "Hi!"

The red head smiled back and gave a little wave. "You have the meeting with the Stregas in 30 minutes, Angelus."

He rolled his eyes in remembrance and snapped his shirt up from the floor. He pulled Buffy off of the floor and began putting her clothes back into place. "You," He quickly turned to Buffy, "My bedroom, when I get back." He gave her a hard kiss on the lips, squeezed her on the ass, and stalked out of the room.

"So when I said to give him a chance, you really took that to heart, didn't you?" Willow grinned at the younger girl.

Buffy blushed heavily in returned, but couldn't take the dreamy look off of her face, "He's…he's just….he's just so…"

The older vampire shook her head at the scene. The girl was so obviously in love and didn't even know it yet. "He definitely is, Buff."

Buffy walked back to her room in a daze. Is it possible? She was going to give something to Angelus that was not only precious to her as a woman, but also as an Awakener. Her virginity and her blood. She went to her room and decided to change clothes. The leather pants were not as comfortable as Angelus made them seem.

She took off her shirt and bra and tossed them on the bed. She grabbed a silky light blue robe across her shoulders and began to work on the pants.

"Well, damn. This is going to be the easiest job ever."

Buffy gasped startled, and pulled closed the strings to her robe and tied them tightly. She looked to the window and saw a large, bearded vampire crawling inside. "Who are you?"

The stranger smiled grimly. His eyes, one with a large scar across it, tenting red and seemingly sparkled with magicks, "A friend sent me to pay you a little visit…Awakener."

Buffy's eyes widened. No one was supposed to know of her presence as the Awakener here. She didn't know who this man was, but he was definitely not a friend. "Where is Angelus?"

"Oh, you know he's not around, young one. No one's gonna hear your screams, but me." He licked his lips and stepped closer to her.

Fear gripped her like none she had ever faced. Usually her parents were there, her backbone and strength. Angelus, Willow, and Xander were at that silly meeting and now... now she had no one. An almost silent murmur of despair escaped her lips.

"Mmm, oh yes! More!" The large man sneered at her crudely and began massaging himself over his clothes, "Now, come give daddy a kiss."

As he began approaching she realized she had to act quickly. Her parents weren't here, neither was Angelus. She was going to have to fight an Elder alone.

"My daddy is dead. And if he was here right now he'd so kick your ass. I guess I have to do it for him." She took a defensive stance and braced herself for the fight to come.

The fight began simply, with Buffy quickly gaining the upper hand. She landed every blow solidly and had yet to be even touched by him.

She sneered at him, "Maybe next time you'll think about breaking and entering into this compound. Only I can do that!" She snapped a kick at him and sent him flying into her dresser.

"You're gonna regret that, you little bitch!" He growled and stood quickly, but did not attack. His eyes glowed more red and a shock went through the room, "Now let's try this again, girlie!"

He ran toward her and Buffy sent another kick to knock him back. But, this time he grabbed her leg and twisted it. She went flying to the ground. He quickly climbed on top of her his arms pinning her down.

He got close to her face and deeply inhaled, "A fresh fuck! Just what I've been needin'!"

"No! No! Get off of me! Angelus!" Buffy struggled against his magical hold fiercely.

"I'm sure Angelus won't want what's left of you when I'm finished." He fumbled with his buckle and clumsily freed himself, "Maybe if you beg I'll leave that pretty little face of yours alone."

She saw that he was removing his pants and did the only thing she thought she could. She raised her knee and hit him powerfully in the groin.

The filthy vampire roared in anger, but didn't loosen his hold. He slammed his feet powerfully against her face, quickly leaving a bruise, "You stupid little bitch! You're gonna take this and you're going to love it! I should rip your fucking face off for that."

"Fuck you!" Buffy gritted her teeth tightly and felt the tears begin to brim her eyes as he rubbed himself against her. Bile rose in her throat when she realized what was about to happen.

"With pleasure." His rough hands grabbed at her, first ripping her robe and then the belts of her leather pants.

"Angelus…" A tear slipped from her eye as she prayed silently for someone to save her. Just as she felt herself shut down, the door to her room burst open.

"Get away from her."

Buffy almost shouted for joy as she heard a voice behind them. The voice was familiar, but there was a booming tone she couldn't quite place.

The scarred vampire froze his actions immediately, his face surprised.

"Did you not hear what I said? Remove yourself NOW!"

He raised himself off of the young vampire, giving her a chance to see who her savior was. A flowing mass of white hair and powerful magick greeted her eyes.

She knew Willow was an amazing friend.

"Maxwell Croft. You dare betray your clan and your Elder?" Willow asked levitating slightly off of the ground. A growing ball of white energy gathered in her hand.

The scarred one eyes widened and hurriedl tucked himself back in, "Willow…"

"No, Croft. Your next words belong to Master Angelus." She threw the ball of light at him full force and it made direct contact with his chest, sending him flying into the armoire shattering the mirror on top of it.

Buffy jumped and scurried into a corner of the room at the sound of the glass breaking and the scarred ones heavy body thudding onto the floor. Her scared eyes kept in contact with him, waiting for him to burst into ash or get back up.

Willow looked to the group of guards behind her, "Call Angelus and tell him to hurry."

"Buffy." The young Awakener kept her gaze on her attacker, "Buffy, he's not getting up."

At that moment she looked up to Willow, her hair and eyes had returned to their usual color, "Huh?"

"Croft. He's in an alert coma. He won't awaken until I say so." She turned to the vampire that had just reentered the room, "Where is he?"

"He's very close. He'll be here soon." The vampire Guard spoke.

"Get him out of here." She gestured toward the vampire under her spell, "Take him to the interrogation quarters. Put him next to the prisoner we captured from yesterday." Willow moved closer to Buffy, "Are you ok?"

Buffy flinched when the vampires grabbed Croft and began dragging him out of the room. When he was completely out the room she asked, "Angelus…where is he?"

Willow's face grew more concerned, "He'll be here soon, Buffy. I promise. I just need to know if you're ok."

She looked down at herself and her torn clothing. The robe she was changing into was ripped and torn and barely concealed her breasts, "Oh, God… Angel doesn't like it when I'm so uncovered…I have to-to-"

Willow guided the girl to her bed and sat her down. "I'm going to get something to cover you up, ok Buffy?"

She barely registered her words as tears began to spill down her cheeks. She still stared at where Croft had fallen and sputtered out barely understood words. Several moments passed as Willow got her a shirt. Buffy crawled into a ball trying to cover herself.

"Buffy?"

The girl in question looked up to the voice that called her name, "Angelus?"

Angelus' eyes widened in shock at her appearance. She had a badly swollen black eye and her hair was tousled and tangled about her head. Her pants were unbuckled and her robe was ruined, but was quickly covered by Willow pulling a shirt over her head. "Dear God…"

He rushed over to her and she collapsed in his arms, "My love, what's happened to you?"

Angelus was dismayed when she began bawling in his arms, "I-I tried to stop him, Angel. He was strong and I could have won, but he had this m-magic and I couldn't stop-stop him!"

He hugged the vulnerable girl to him not knowing how to phrase his next words, "Did he… did he hurt you, Buffy?"

"No." Willow stepped in and assured him, "I stopped it."

Angelus looked up to Willow, still clutching Buffy to him, "Who did this?"

"It was Maxwell Croft. He's waiting for you." Willow's eyes glazed white for a moment. She would have a turn with him as well before Angelus was through.

When she felt Angelus begin to rise, she clutched him tighter, "No…don't go…Not now. I need you…"

He returned to her, his face a wall of anger, "Don't spare him any mercy, Willow. I want him strung up and waiting for me."

Willow nodded and silently left the room.

Angelus said nothing in the attempt to control his anger. He didn't want to upset her.

Buffy took his silent anger as if some of it was directed towards her, "I'm so sorry, Angelus. I didn't want him to touch me. I tried my best to-to fight him off. The magick…"

"Don't say that!" He looked at her, directly, "None of this was your fault. If anything, it was mine… I knew better than to leave you alone."

Her tears slowed, but were still trickling down her seemingly sun kissed face. She wrapped her arms around his neck and clutched tightly. "Please… I don't want to be in this room. Can I… can I stay with you?"

He lifted her without an ounce of hesitation and began walking her to his room, "Of course, love. After this, you'll be by my side from now on."

She stayed silent and rested her head on his shoulder. As the scene replayed through her head she gripped him tighter and tighter. Never in her life had she felt so vulnerable.

He made it to his bedroom and laid her carefully on the bed. She still had a grip on his arms so he carefully laid himself next to her.

"I'm so… I'm so sorry, Angelus…" Another few tears slid out from her eyes.

"None of this was your fault, baby. None of it." He petted her hair gently and wiped the tears from her eyes, "I'll find out who was behind this, and I swear I will make them pay."

They laid in silence for what seemed like hours. Buffy was slowly beginning to fall asleep and she knew that Angelus would be leaving soon. She would prefer if he stayed, but knew that he had to find out who was behind this. Either way, she felt infinitely safer in his room than hers.

He nudged her face up to his, "Buffy, I will return soon. I've sent for a healer, her name it Tara. She is very powerful and she will be here with you. I'll have my very best men posted outside your doors. I'll never let anything happen to you again, my love."

She nodded sleepily and muttered out, "Can you wait until I fall asleep…?"

And he did.

Giles knew that what he was doing was foolish. He knew that his plan could have completely gone awry and that his life could have been taken from him. However, he saw no other choice. After Quentin the traitor told him of the whereabouts of his charge, he had to take any action he could to get her back.

At the moment, he couldn't see where he was. His vision was lessened from his face mask being twisted around. With his hands tied behind his back, he couldn't adjust it. He had an increasingly dull ache in his left shoulder. But, he wasn't injured too badly. He was still in fighting form. He could probably attempt an escape if he had really wanted to.

He hadn't seen her at first, but he knew that she was there. And then he saw her. His heart broke. In the short time she had been taken Angelus had completely changed her. Her appearance was different, not to mention the look in her eyes. But, when she protected him from the crossbow; he knew that she had to have been under some spell.

There had been several different vampires who entered the dark musky room. No one had directly touched him, aside from being spit on and cursed at. It was only a matter of time though. They would figure out exactly who he was.

And he and Angelus would meet face to face.

And he would be leaving with his Awakener.

I hope you guys liked! A few more chapters to go and I am about to take you for a ride! Hope you enjoyed! Review, review, review! Please!

Chyna