Giles opened his door thinking the knock must be Buffy being oddly respectful of his home only to find a manila envelope leaned against the door with a single rose. He felt the bile rise in his throat as images of Jenny's body flooded his mind. He snatched the package up and backed into his flat leaving the flower discarded on his welcome mat.

The videotape fell into his hand from the envelope and he noticed the bloody fingerprints on the label. He closed his eyes trying to control his physical responses and remain calm.

He put the tape in the machine and messed with the buttons trying to get the damn thing to work. Buffy always did this for him. Finally, he figured out how to make the infernal thing to work.

The smiling visage of Angelus filled his television screen. Giles sat on the couch and watched as the vampire adjusted himself for the camera.

"A new age, a new medium. I find I quite enjoy the pleasure this affords me. I so love giving you gifts, and this is by far the best one I've ever given."

Angelus' hand came up as if warding off thanks politely, a mockery of the genteel manners common during the years he had lived.

"Please, this is no bother. Watchers will study this for centuries. It is important to watch, to observe their charges."

He stepped back to reveal a slack Buffy lying on a table behind him. Her chest was still moving with even breaths, and she looked peaceful. Angelus trailed his fingers along her leg as the camera moved with him.

"She is a beauty. She might have been able to take me in a fair fight, but we will never know." He bent over and kissed her forehead. "She delivered me from my horrible soul. It was quite a gift."

He stood at the head of the table and fastened manacles to her wrists, caressing her arms as he worked. He cut her clothing off with a knife he pulled from her very own boot. He kept his touch gentle moving her insentient body with great care.

"She smells sweet. I love to watch her as she sleeps, so vulnerable, so weak." He looked up at the camera again. "I had to hire mercenaries to get her. The tranquilizers will wear off soon. Then we will get to see how strong your little slayer is. If she's strong enough, this could become a regular show."

The image bobbled a bit as the camera was set on something. Drusilla walked over with chains and attached them to the manacles. She tossed the heavy chain over a large wooden beam and took the loose end over to a hook in the wall. She pulled the chains taut and Buffy's body was wrenched up by her wrists. Angelus walked behind Buffy and trailed both hands gently up and down her sides. He slid his hands around and yanked her body back against his as he smiled at the camera. He cupped her breasts and sniffed her hair, but his eyes never left the camera.

"She is perfect. Her body is tight and powerful, but she's still soft in all the right places." He pulled her tighter against him and he trailed one hand down her stomach settling it over her pubic hair. His eyes closed and he pressed his chin down on her shoulder. "Well, this won't do. Drusilla, pull her legs apart. We need to show him everything."

Drusilla stepped between the camera and the table for a moment and then away again revealing Buffy's legs slid wide so her most private places were on full display. Angel slid his hands down through her chestnut curls and pushed his fingers into her body, pumping them slowly.

"I thought you might want to see my salvation, this magic little cunt that freed me and killed your love. It doesn't look special. Oh, Buffy isn't a natural blonde and she isn't a very imaginative fuck either."

Buffy's fingers twitched and her eyes fluttered open. Panic flared in her eyes as she yanked at the chains. She pulled her legs up pushing back against Angelus' chest.

"Say goodbye to your watcher, Lover."

Buffy twisted in his arms spinning around and placing her feet against his chest and shoving Angelus back. He laughed.

"Don't touch me, you bastard." Buffy growled and started pulling at the chains until the table was wrenched out from under her and she swung free too short for her feet to find purchase on the floor.

Angelus smiled and winked at the camera. He punched her in the gut and laughed as she kicked out at him. He grabbed her leg and trailed a hand along it as he wrenched it from its socket with a sickening pop. Buffy didn't scream she just spun as he flung her leg away from him.

"Don't worry, I'll teach her some manners." He smacked her body again, laughing as she tried to fend him off with her one useful limb. Buffy pulled herself up, her hands clasping the chain, trying to use her arms as a fulcrum to deliver a blow. He just stepped away from her. He stepped away. Buffy hung spinning slowly.

Angelus walked back into the frame with a cat-o-nine tails in one hand. He waited patiently for her body to quit spinning before he let it fly.

Giles closed his eyes and listened to Buffy's screams. Then as suddenly as they had started they stopped. He looked back at the screen.

Angelus gripped the back of Buffy's head, and forced her to look at him. She closed her eyes, denying him in the only way he had left to her. He rubbed the bloody ends of the whip against her face.

"You just aren't very bright, are you, Lover?" He crooned to her. "Why not ask me to make it stop? Beg me, Buff."

She spat in his face. Angelus merely smiled and punched her in the stomach. Drusilla brought him a towel and he wiped the spittle and the flecks of blood from his naked torso.

Drusilla handed him the knife he had taken from Buffy's boot. He held the blade flat against Buffy's back and pulled her body to him.

"If you won't beg for it to stop, I'll make you beg for it." He ran his tongue up along her cheek. "You've longed for my touch, dreamed of it."

He ran his free hand along her body. He bent and drew one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking gently. He traced his lips along her chest, licking at the cuts and marks left from the brutal beating. Drusilla came up behind her and propped her up a bit pulling her dislocated leg wide as Angel slid his hips into the cradle of Buffy's hips.

"You've been dreaming of my body and that disgusting soul's affection. You still love it." He brought the knife around to show her. "Admit you want me, even without the soul."

Buffy closed her eyes and turned her head away from him. He pulled back from her and slid his empty hand between their bodies. He brought the knife wielding hand down by his side.

He played with her working her body with his expert fingers and trailing kisses along her chest. Her arms gave out and she let go of the chain, but Drusilla held her up bearing her weight. He kissed her eyelids, still pumping his fingers within her body.

"Tell me you love me, Buffy." He kissed her neck and smiled as she quivered. "Tell me how you feel about me."

Buffy opened her eyes and looked at Angelus. She smiled and let a dreamy look pass over her face before she spit on him again.

Angelus stepped back from her and brought the knife up to show her.

"A gift from your lover," he crooned softly. "You probably want it back."

He lowered his hands between them and started plunging the knife into her repeatedly. Her screams were horrible, guttural and unending. Blood flowed down her legs and still he plunged the knife in again and again until her screams stopped. He left the knife in her and stepped away. Drusilla backed away and licked blood from her fingers as she walked out of frame.

"She put on a good show. We will see if she makes it through tomorrow's episode. Be seeing you, Giles."

The image disappeared leaving a field of static. Giles dropped his head into his hands and started to sob.

When the phone rang several hours later, just after dawn, he answered with tears still streaming down his face.