Rating: M (Deuhh! XD)

Plot: Takes place in 'Killed by Death', what if Buffy's friends weren't there to stop Angelus from whatever he wanted to do to Buffy?

It had been a bad idea, a really bad idea. She had planned to patrol when all of a sudden she had to lean against a tomb, catching her breath. The flue had already infected half of the school and she couldn't fight the sickness any longer.

Buffy coughed loudly, her head spinning. Suddenly a familiar laugh filled her ears and she turned around to find Angelus casually standing against a tree. A devilish smirk gracing his handsome face. "Oh, don't tell me you caught a cold, lover."

He walked over to her and she lunged at him with her stake. He easily grabbed her wrist, bending it slightly. Buffy gasped in surprise when she dropped the stake on the grass, her other hand hitting him hard in the face.

Angelus stumbled back and swiftly evaded her as she desperately tried to kick him. "You know, you being of your game is kinda taking the fun out of all this." He grabbed the back of her head, slamming her into the tomb she had leaned on before.

She groaned in pain when her teeth hit the cold stone. "Nope, still fun," he added with a cruel smile. Buffy spit out a mouth full of blood at his feet and glared.

"Screw you!"

Angelus ran into her, slamming her body into the ground. He held her down easily and she wriggled helplessly underneath him.

"So you are sick, this has got to be my lucky day." Buffy tried to get out of his grasp but there was no point to it. She was tired and sick and he was stronger at this stadium.

Buffy's eyes widened when he claimed her lips, his tongue invading her as he lapped at the blood in her mouth. She shook her head, bringing her knees up, trying to push him away. He pulled his lips back and looked down at the scared girl underneath him.

Her big, green eyes stared up at him, her chest heaving with rapid breaths as she fought against her sickness and him, all at once.

"Let me think. We are all alone at a graveyard, what can we do?" Angelus pretended he was thinking while Buffy could easily come up with a dozens of things that he could do to her and none of them seemed pleasant.

She wanted to kick him off of her using her knees, but she was only strong enough to rub them against him. Angelus smiled in amusement. "I can't think like that, lover." He took both her hands and held them above her head so his free hand could grasp one of her legs.

Buffy yelped when he pushed her leg down on the ground, her other leg quickly following; opening her wide for him. She could feel his whole body flushed against her now. Just the look of desperation she gave him turned Angelus on. He dipped his head into her hair, kissing her gently below the ear.

"God, Buff, you're getting me so hard."

"Get off me!" she yelled, followed by more coughing as she slammed her head into his. She had to hold back tears at the sudden pain and he groaned in annoyance, tightening his grip on her hands. "That's going to cost you," he whispered darkly, changing into game face.

His free right hand trailed down to her jogging pants and he hooked his thumb into the waistband.

Buffy tried to desperately bring her knees back together but it was too late. In one swift movement he had pulled her pants and panties down, past her hips. She shivered at the feeling of the cool night air against her bare skin.

Angelus used his thumb to explore her, stroking the curls at the top before going down to her entrance. "So soft," he whispered, his demonic eyes staring down at her. Buffy didn't know what to do anymore, she was helpless. He could do whatever he wanted with her.

"Don't," she said, knowing it was useless to beg but not having a real alternative. "Please, don't."

For a moment she thought it had worked, when he removed his hand from her.

But then he brought two of his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them until they were wet. Pulling them from his mouth he pushed them harsh and quickly into her passage.

Buffy moaned at the rush of feelings going through her. Angelus groaned, pumping his fingers in and out of her in a slow, steady rhythm. "Nice and tight...just the way I like it." He released her hands so he could hold himself better up.

Buffy let her arms fall useless next to her body, there was no way she could take him and she was tired of fighting. "Giving up, lover?" he said mockingly as he finger fucked her.

"Go to hell." She said through clenched teeth. He could have her body, but he would never break her spirit.

He laughed cruelly before bending down and kissing her cheek gently, his thumb stroke her ashing clit and Buffy had to bite her lip to keep quiet. "Did you ever imagine your precious Angel doing something this...bad."

She ignored him stubbornly.

"You probably did."

"You are not Angel." Buffy said, trying to convince herself once again.

"But I am," he whispered, nuzzling her cheek as he removed his hand from her. She closed her eyes, leaning more into his touch. He unzipped himself, his throbbing, hard cock free from it's leather confines.

He took in a sharp breath and positioned himself at her entrance. When Buffy felt the head of his cock pushing against her opening she stiffened and opened her pleading eyes to look at him. Her small hands came up to rest on his broad shoulders.

"Stop," she whimpered, fighting back tears. "Please, stop."

"Trust me Buff," he said, his voice as cold as ice. "This is going to hurt me a lot more than you."

Buffy threw her head back and cried out when he pushed into her. Entering her oh so slowly, inch by agonizing inch, he filled her up. Hissing as he stretched her inner walls, losing himself in her warmth.

She had only lost her virginity recently and he wasn't being gentle with her like Angel had been. A tear ran down her face, the heels of her shoes scraping into the ground as her tiny fingers dug themselves in his long coat.

Angelus groaned at the sight of her as her muscles unconsciously gripped him tighter. She turned her head to the side, letting her arms fall once again next too her, beaten and lost. He pulled out of her and pushed roughly back in. Buffy winced at the feeling and sound of flesh against flesh.

Angelus dragged the zipper of her vest down and ripped the top she was wearing underneath to reveal her naked chest. But Buffy didn't care, he had violated her in the worst way possible and there was no escape from it.

Angelus was more than pleased with the way her perfect, small breasts bounced up and down with the force of his thrusts.

Her skin seemed to glow in contrast to his dark, clothed form. Even though she ignored him as best as she could, her body seemed to recognize his and respond to it.

Unwillingly Buffy let out a long whine as his hand reached for her clit once again. He rolled the tiny nub between his experienced fingers, kneading the bunch of nerves, making the girl underneath him shiver as he fucked her deeper into the ground.

When Buffy felt she was about to come, he would slow down and remove his hand, just so he could replace it back and bring her to another peak without orgasming. Buffy thought she would lose her mind if he kept doing that, biting her lip she tried to hold herself from begging.

"What is it you want, Buff?" he asked smugly, his head buried into her messy hair.

She whined when he slowed down again, never giving her the relief she longed for. She turned her head to the side, giving him access so he could place open mouthed kisses against her slim neck.

"I want – I want to..."

"Come?" he finished her sentence as his mouth trailed down to her naked breast, taking a nipple into his mouth, laving it with his tongue.

She nodded frantically, her cheeks flushed with the fever from her sickness and the pleasure he brought to her. "Yes."

Using his free hand he quickly pushed one of her legs over his shoulder before leaning back on it. Buffy moaned rather loud as he pulled almost entirely out of her before shoving his cock back inside, penetrating her from a much better angle.

He used two fingers to massage her clit rapidly; she was so wet, they would glide easily over her quivering flesh. Buffy's small fingers started to tore out the grass around her as she came hard, shuddering violently against him.

Angelus groaned in pleasure, sinking his fangs into her young breast, making her scream only louder. He poured his cool, dead seed deep into her, as he kept feeding on her delicious blood.

Buffy gulped, trying not to pass out, she waited until he was done. He pulled his head back and stood up slowly. She winced as she felt some of his seed run down her thigh. She heard him zip back up and she dared to sit up on the cold ground.

She looked up and met his evil gaze, another smirk on his face and she wished that she had the strength to slap it of. "Well, isn't that a perfect picture?"

He stared down at her practically naked, panting form. "I suddenly feel very inspired to draw." Buffy pulled her sweat pants back up, covering her sex from his gaze.

Angelus chuckeled when she pulled her vest over her shoulders, closing the zipper. She sat there, shivering in silence when he turned around and left her alone. When she was sure he was gone, Buffy laid back down and closed her eyes.

Pulling her knees up against her chest, she let the tears out, sobbing into the grass underneath her. Before she even realized it, she had eventually passed out.

Poor Buffy :(

Angelus is such a sexy bastard! Why do we all love him again? ...Oh yeah...the Sexy part... XD

No worries, Buffy's friends will find her and make it all better..eh, kinda... Kinda a weird story to post just before Christmas,

but that's me! Strange as hell :D