Intrigues Of Lust

The evening dusk parted ways with the coldly sweet sunlight as long shadows stealthily crept about the Summers house. A brisk wind wound its way through the large and noble trees, disturbing their long, gaunt branches while forcing several stubborn leaves to abruptly shed their final hold upon the familiar. On another day the Slayer might have viewed the sight before her with a mild sense of foreboding but today was not that day.

Buffy only noticed the feeling of warmth that flared within her heart as she saw her mother standing on the steps. Her small hand clutched the door handle, ready to exit the car when she heard, “Huh, Honey?”

Distractedly glancing at her father she immediately noticed the tenseness lining his drawn mouth. Without words he communicated his feelings of discomfort. Dropping her hand into her lap Buffy casually asked, “Yes?”

“Do you think that, well, that you might not tell your mother that---“ Hank Summers abruptly closed his mouth as he watched his ex-wife come down the steps toward the parked car. Whether he changed his mind or simply decided that the chance of Joyce overhearing his question was not worth it, he resigned to silence.

Watching her mother eagerly approach the car with a smile Buffy softly finished his question. “That you had to stay over in Vancouver an extra night?”

Awkwardly he cleared his throat before answering, “Yes.”

Turning towards her father Buffy leaned forward and quickly planted a small kiss on his cheek, sure without words that the action communicated her daughterly love for him. “I won’t say a word.” Pulling back she reached out and gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

Studying the back of his palm she noticed the tiny wrinkles and slight discolorations that betrayed her father’s growing age. It was in these changes that humans shared kinship: mortality.

Mortality stalked them all, from the moment of conception until the last bit of dirt covered any trace of life that had once occupied these husks called bodies. A lashing of resigned sadness communicated itself in Buffy’s tiny smile. Mortality was hers and this was probably the last time she would see her father before Acrymydion.

Lovingly staring at his handsome profile she murmured, “Bye Daddy.”

Buffy felt his surprised start before his strong hand closed over hers tightly. Reaching out Hank Summers gave his daughter a hug, awkward at first but soon relaxing into the familiarity of a time so long before. “You haven’t called me---“ His voice choked off into silence as he fought to ignore the instinctual embarrassment he felt over his raw emotions.

Respecting his fight with pride Buffy whispered, “I know.” Closing her eyes she took comfort in the memory of security that his arms represented. This was her Daddy, and no matter what happened to her, Hank Summers would ALWAYS be her Daddy. The past anger, blames, and hurt slid away from Buffy’s shoulders as she said this good-bye.

Surprisingly there were no tears in her eyes as she slid away from his strong arms. “Try to save time for life, okay Daddy?”

A bemused expression sped through his eyes before he understood what his daughter meant. A tired smile lifted his lips as he replied, “I’ll try.”

Turning away from him Buffy opened the door and found her mother waiting. Stepping out of the car she eagerly rushed into Joyce’s embrace. Hugging the older woman tightly Buffy suddenly remembered how it felt laying out in the middle of a cold asphalt road with her only a pool of her own blood to warm her. Taking a deep breath she silently thanked God that it had happened in LA and not here in Sunnydale.

Breaking apart Joyce asked, “So how did your visit go? Since you didn’t call me yesterday…” The trailing end of her casually spoken sentence held a healthy dose of motherly guilt while her pretty face remained guileless.

Good-naturedly griping Buffy sighed and declared, “Mom I’m 17 not 7. I didn’t call yesterday because I was having such a good time with Dad.” Just as quickly as the words were out of her mouth she relived an image of the day before and knew that all but the last word was true.

Buffy lay full-length on top of Angelus, her lips clinging to his as possessively as his hands roamed her naked back. Slowly grinding her hips against him Buffy wantonly groaned with bliss as they mated with an intensity that had never been present before.

It was almost like making love, not quite, but closer than anything they had ever done before.

A slight blush tinged her cheeks as the pleasure of remembered thoughts flooded her body with awakening hunger. Peering up at the sky Buffy was glad that dusk had all but claimed the sky. One it would cover the redness in her cheeks, two it meant that he would be coming for her.

The chains that clung to her hips made a charming “tinkling” sound as Buffy walked with her mother to the back of her father’s car. Although she was sure that they couldn’t hear it, she could, and the erotic music brought a small, secretive smile to her lips.

Angelus had wanted her to leave the guilt when they were together and yesterday she had done just that---much to the enjoyed pleasure of them both.

Absently she noticed that her parents seemed a bit less tense around each other than usual. Perhaps it was because her father was relieved that he wouldn’t have to tell her mother that he had not really been with her at all except for the car ride here and back.

Helping her mother with several bags she deftly maneuvered a plain, crème colored one behind her suitcase and practically ran into the house. “Buffy! What’s the hurry?”

Calling over her shoulder she yelled in mock pain, “Mom these are heavy! The faster I walk the quicker I can put them down!”

Racing up the stairs Buffy immediately walked into her room and hid the case in her closet. Her father being the man he was didn’t even notice that he packed a new suitcase in the trunk; her mother, on the other hand, WOULD notice and ask about it.

Satisfied that it was safely hidden she bounded down the stairs in time to bid her father a formal good-bye. Awkwardly standing in the doorway Hank said, “Thanks for letting me have her Joyce.”

Reservedly smiling she answered, “It was my pleasure. I’m just glad that you finally saw it my way.”

Buffy could almost see her father bristle in irritation before he forced his shoulders to relax. Nodding his head he replied, “You were right.” Turning towards the beautiful girl he had helped create Hank Summers sincerely said, “I hope our next visit is longer.”

Stepping forward Buffy impulsively hugged her father once more, much to the delight of Joyce. Watching them both her fine eyes softened with love. While not outwardly defiant she knew that her daughter had not been happy with the divorce, and the distance she seemed to hold as a shield between them had extended to Hank early on. This was the first time she had seen them hug in what felt like years and it made Joyce happier than anything had in a long while.

Giving his daughter a final squeeze Hank stepped back and nodded his head in farewell. Buffy glanced outside and saw that nightfall had taken over. Looking up at her father she offered, “I’ll walk you out.”

“You don’t have to---“

“I insist.” Reaching out with one hand she flipped the switch for the porch light and warily scanned the darkness. Unconsciously her eyesight sharpened until she could see the myriad details to be found in the shadows of night. The area was clear.

Walking Hank to the car she watched as he soon backed out and drove down the street with a wave. Feeling a tug of sadness pull at her heart Buffy sighed softly and returned inside. Although it got easier as time passed she still missed having a complete family, and watching one leave or having to leave the other never lost its particular pang of sorrow.

Closing the door she walked into the living room and began chatting about events that never happened, and shopping trips that weren’t quite how she told it.

Keeping an eye on the time Buffy felt a wanton tingling in her stomach. Soon.

********

Spike sat in his chair, smoking a cigarette while leisurely flicking his ashes onto the floor. Too bad the Slayer couldn’t have died on the streets like she deserved. Taking a deep drag of nicotine he squinted his eyes as he blew a perfect ring of smoke out. The Ogziwarxs would’ve had a bitch of time taking Buffy out if she hadn’t been conveniently drugged for the occasion.

Still she had managed to escape with her hide intact, even if it was a bit tattered. Evilly grinning Spike lifted up a glossy 8 X 10 picture and observed the bloody and torn body of the Slayer. Although color would have been nice, the black and white had its dramatic beauty. Tilting his head to the side he drank in the sight of the thick trickle of blood running out of her slack mouth. Turning the picture Spike gleefully enjoyed the spectacle of seeing what the Slayer’s lungs looked like.

Color would have definitely been appreciated.

Glancing at the time Spike knew that Angelus would be returning back to the Factory and in a temper no doubt. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a small lighter and regretfully flicked it on. Holding up one picture after another he torched all evidence of what he had seen, but carried the memories merrily within his mind.

His preternatural hearing quickly picked up the heavy steps of Druscilla’s sire entering the main hall. None too soon. Pocketing the lighter Spike simply nodded as a member of his crew quickly cleaned up the ashes and deposited them down the bathroom sink. Rolling his way through the opened doors Spike made his way down the twisting corridors, squaring his shoulders for the Inquisition that was sure to come.

He also hardened his heart to whatever might occur to Dru. When it came to intrigue Angelus was no fool, and he would know that Spike’s hand was in this. However, he had no proof and Irish would not execute him without evidence. Despite his control over the clan Spike was too important a member to just willfully exterminate---and Angelus knew that.

That didn’t mean he might not be above using a bit of torture to encourage a confession.

Reaching the main hall he was greeted by the sight of Angelus negligently sprawled on what had been Spike’s chair. Clamping down his petty anger the blond vampire pasted on his most bored face and nonchalantly said, “Two visits from Daddy in less than week! Aren’t we bloody lucky?”

Observing Angelus’ cold face Spike had no doubt that this was anything but a social call. “Spike.” The one word was frigid, the fury that should’ve been blistering absent from the deadness of his deep voice.

Maintaining eye contact Spike placed all his concentration on the situation before him. If he appeared too accommodating, that would pronounce his guilt as loudly as a confession would. If he appeared too belligerent, that would suggest a challenge he was not yet ready to see through.

Balance was what was required here. Not too much, not too little.

“Has Dru already gone to feed?” The question casual enough was a test in itself.

Shrugging in studied ease Spike remarked, “No she hasn’t.” Pulling out a cigarette he purposely didn’t offer one to Angelus. Reading the chillingly amused light in those dark eyes he knew he had made the right move. Casually drawing a puff he said, “Last I saw she was taking tea with a couple of college cheerleaders---if you know what I mean.”

“She should be here.”

Bad move. The Prick always wanted those in his inner circle at his beck and call, even if he made no prior announcement of his return. Druscilla should have been here. He had told her that she would be called, if she were needed. The frown on her lovely pale brow had told him the same thing: bad move. But even though he had hardened his heart to her possible future pain, he had still shown softness by leaving Druscilla in her chambers.

Without a second’s pause Spike’s face twisted into a grimace that was not affected. “Dru has been…jealous and I think she wants to punish you.” It wasn’t a lie. After the brief moment of sanity had passed, Druscilla’s eyes had narrowed in haughty indignation as she spat, “Daddy’s been playing with that dirty girl and I think he should be chastised. I won’t sit at his feet tonight---that will show him my displeasure.”

After her boldly defiant statement her beautiful crystal eyes had narrowed for a different reason. Much to Spike’s unhappiness she had confided, “I hope my Angel takes a switch to my bottom for being so impertinent. Do you think he will?”

The short bark of laughter that rang throughout the factory was snidely amused. “Oh that had to HURT Spikey-boy! Tell me, did your throat choke up or was that just a bad swallow of cigarette smoke?”

“Fucker.” Short, mutinous, to the point. Dislike had no place to hide in Spike’s cold eyes and he didn’t care. This game he was playing held room for truth, just not complete truth.

Arching a thick brow Angelus quietly asked, “And what’s she jealous for?”

Insolently flicking his ashes between them Spike answered, “Fluffy. Oh pardon me mate, that was supposed to be Buffy.”

“Buffy. Yes, Buffy.” The words were spoken in a low croon, the menace snaking between each syllable until the hall just echoed with dangerous fury. Crossing his legs at the ankles Angelus steepled his fingers, his ebony eyes observing every nuance of Spike’s coolly disinterested face.

“You know what’s funny?”

“Your choice of bedmates?”

Shaking his head in false amusement Angelus softly asked, “Guess what I ran into down in LA?”

Slowly blinking his eyes in boredom Spike waited out the seconds until heavily snapping, “What?”

Lifting up one side of his well-shaped mouth in a smirk Angelus noted the belligerent impatience and replied, “Ogziwarxs.” He awaited the moments with infinite patience and watched for the deceit to find a way to tell him what he wanted to know.

“Are you really surprised?” Leaning back the wheelchair creaked as Spike crossed his arms over his chest.

Interesting. He didn’t expect this move from Spike. “Considering my warning of before yes.” Dropping his hands to his knees Angelus leaned forward and musingly asked, “Do you remember what I said about the Slayer a few weeks ago? No, don’t answer, let me just refresh your memory: The Slayer is mine. No one, I repeat NO ONE is to try to take her. Do you remember that Spike, my boy?”

Sneering the blond vampire drawled, “How can I forget the disgusting territorial show of affection you made?”

“Territorial. Good choice of words Spike.” Narrowing his eyes slightly Angelus softly whispered, “I am territorial to the EXTREME. Buffy is my mistress and I’ll decide if she lives or dies.”

“Mistress now!” Crudely whistling he remarked, “She learned to give good head that quickly, eh?” Spike watched in detached fascination as Angelus’ eyes slowly closed before fixing upon his body. Mentally steeling himself not to flinch he watched as the dark vampire rose from his throne and gracefully made his way towards himself.

Stopping in front of the wheelchair Angelus squatted until they were eye to eye. “You will not speak of her in that way.” Before Spike could react he had his right hand in his. Giving it a brutal squeeze Angelus quickly broke all the fingers using very little effort. Repeating himself above the tiny gasp of pain that escaped from Spike’s clenched lips he merely repeated, “You will NEVER speak of my mistress in that way,” and carelessly flung the shattered hand away.

Laying his useless hand in his lap Spike cursed Angelus’ newfound strength and speed. Damn bitch Slayer! It was her blood that caused this, and before it was all said and done her blood would be her downfall. I have to take comfort in that.

Boldly tipping his head back Spike was hard pressed not to let a smirk reflect the one in front of him. The time is coming Angelus, and even you can't stop it. Sunnydale would be HIS once more, as would Dru. Until then...

Squinting his eyes he took a deep drag of nicotine with his good hand before sneering, “Where’s the same chap who boasted that humans were only good for two things: feeding and fucking? And not necessarily in that order?”

“Oh he’s still here Spike, he’s still here.” Angelus nonchalantly circled the blond vampire’s wheelchair, much like a cunning wolf patiently flushing out his prey.

“Yet now you’ve proclaimed a human as your mistress…doesn’t seem to make the same impact there. Don’t tell me you’ve gone soft on me now!”

“Soft?” The dark master lightly laughed in dangerous amusement as he answered, “My Buffy is hardly an ordinary human idiot---she does not apply.” Stopping abruptly he murmured, “Your obedience still does.” Leaning forward Angelus suddenly growled, “When did you summon them?”

“I asked if you were surprised that it happened---not that I did it.” Spike cunningly held contact with Angelus’ midnight gaze knowing that there was no need for deceit. Although his hand hurt like hell he couldn’t break his ramrod straight posture or it would appear as if he were guiltily shifting.

Druscilla’s sire reflected the blond vampire’s stillness, his every muscle fluidly coiled and ready to tear out Spike’s throat at any moment. “Do you have the balls to tell me that you weren’t behind this?” His voice would have made any number of demons flinch from threat and terror.

Except for Spike.

Perhaps it was a numbness of the absent soul, or perhaps it was the bone weariness of being stuck in a metal prison masquerading as a wheelchair but Spike held no room in his defunct heart of fear for himself. However, Druscilla his dark goddess was another matter entirely for he could not bear to lose her. And that’s exactly what would occur if he did not play his part flawlessly in this blood-soaked drama.

The end result of all his machinations was this: Angelus could not be permitted to continue to rule over the Hellmouth. He cared not a whit for the clan, or the balance that the portal required. The prick only catered to his own hungers, his own obsessions: human women and power. The Slayer held his perverse interests for the moment, but once that waned where would that leave them all? Or even worse: what if she spurned him out of pocket?

Spike could very well imagine Angelus trying to destroy the world in order rid himself of an obsession with Buffy. That could not happen.

“It’s no secret that I hate her bloody guts. Besides the fact that she’s slaughtered many of our clan, she also put me in this pox of chair!” Punctuating the end of his heated statement with a slam of a fist Spike narrowed his icy eyes and growled, “Frankly Angelus I don’t give a shit what you do with her as long as she ends up dead.”

“So you decided to hurry things up a bit.”

Laughing shortly Spike spat, “I don’t need to do a goddamned thing except wait until it happens because you always take care of it---don’t you?”

Angelus slowly blinked, acknowledging the dig with an insolent smirk. Yet on the inside, in the solitary space of his seldom-visited vulnerabilities, he suffered a moment of disquiet. He usually took care of them---by draining every bit of blood from their treacherous bodies. Will it end the same this time? Can it be different? Buffy’s not like them… The twisted grin abruptly melted as his icy continence returned. “Answer my question.”

Arching his brows in irritation Spike sighed and stated, “No I did NOT summon the Ogziwarxs.”

Angelus’ razor sharp retort was immediate, “Someone summoned them.”

A coldly taunting smile lifted the corners of Spike’s mouth, “Of course someone did Irish. Since your return you’ve made many alliances…and many enemies.” Lifting up his cigarette he took a satisfying drag before shrugging casually, “Maybe someone got the bright idea to pop off your latest pet just to piss you off.”

Angelus nearly gave into the urge to demolish Spike’s face. No, he couldn’t expose how much those words affected him. To be possessive of Buffy was one thing---to act as if he really cared about her welfare was another. Which I really don’t. However, the memory of seeing her brokenly sprawled in a pool of blood rose before him, mockingly challenging his thoughts.

A tremor of fury blasted through his body, scorching the memory until it lay much like ashes in a cold fireplace. It was done and over with. Buffy had healed perfectly with no lingering side effects. Their fuck-fest at her father’s house had more than adequately proved that.

Now Angelus had to focus on vengeance. Any threat to his whore was a threat to him simply because it was disrespectful to his position and power. That was all there was to it. His sharp eyes darted to Spike as he heard him suddenly drawl, “And even then, maybe it had nothing to do with you at all.”

“Meaning?” He asked it, already knowing the answer.

“Even though you’ve only been back in the game for a few rounds you still have Angel’s memories. You know the chit’s racked up enemies on both sides of the Atlantic. Who knows? Maybe one finally decided to get her to curl her toes.”

Casually strolling behind Spike’s wheelchair Angelus leaned down and softly snarled, “And you know what I think? I think you’re real quick with helping me come to the right conclusion.”

Spike kept his gaze trained ahead, knowing that Irish was going to twist the screws.

“I know that you think that I’ll torture you or Dru to get a confession that we both know you have.”

At the mention of Druscilla’s name Spike felt his guts freeze. Although it had been easy to steel himself to the images of seeing his love in pain, the reality of it occurring was testing his resolve.

“You know that by the time I’m done I could get you both to confess to every curse word you’ve ever sworn, every lie you’ve ever told, every ill thought you’ve ever had.”

If Spike had still been a man his heart would have started beating just a bit harder. Torture was something he could handle. It was something Dru could handle as well. But having to see her being mutilated…that was not something he would be able to take. Still he could not let the fear form; if it happened then he would just have to deal with it: by driving a rail through Angelus’ black heart. The other plans be damned!

“But you know what? I’m not going to do it…tonight. There’s plenty of rope for you to share Spike.”

Careful, careful. This isn’t something usual for the bastard. He usually isn’t that cunning, or that patient. What’s his angle?

“We both know where we stand and I know what you want.” Angelus’ voice dropped into a menacing hiss as he stated, “Your time is over pup---it should have never been to begin with.” Giving the chair a taunting push Angelus icily smirked, awaiting for the other to face him.

Tightening his fists on the metal wheels Spike nearly jumped from the chair to finish his grandsire off. That goddamned fucking piece of shit! Closing his eyes briefly he fought for his internal balance, ordering the blood to cool and leave off. Patience. It was what he was good at. You smug bastard---your time is coming to an end and you don’t even know it. So it was with much control and will that the blond vampire managed to flippantly state, “I think you’ll understand if I choose to disagree with you on that one boyo.”

“Disagree or not I really don’t give a good goddamn Spikey---as long as you know that I’ll see you coming. And when you do…” Angelus casually strolled towards the darkened hallways that led to Druscilla’s chamber. Pausing for a moment he laughingly remarked, “It will be the end of you, my dear boy.”

Spike’s eyes narrowed slightly at the corners as he realized where Angelus was going and why. The hatred that rose up from the dark depths of his being nearly choked him. It wasn’t enough that he was banging the Slayer, he had to now come back and take Dru. I guess the honeymoon is over he thought with a curl of his lip.

Feeling the urges to abandon the ruse of his wheelchair and go after Angelus was nearly uncontrollable. He detested him looking at his love, much less touching her. Taking an unneeded deep breath Spike’s cheeks became hollow as he stared off into the direction Angelus had taken. That’s where you’re wrong Prick---it will be the end of YOU.

A cold smile did nothing to erase the hatred in the blond vampire’s eyes. With carefully controlled movements Spike rolled towards his chamber and waited for the bastard to leave. Angelus thought he was spinning a web of power and guile, but he had no clue that a bigger one was being spun to catch him.

Keeping playing lord and master boyo. When you fall, you’ll not fall alone. Your little tart will be there to keep you company.

********

Buffy finished the last of her chicken breast before laying the fork down and raising her arms in a delighted stretch. “Dinner was GREAT Mom!”

Smiling from across the table Joyce replied, “I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Picking up their plates she walked towards the kitchen and threw over her shoulder, “I’m guessing that you and Dad didn’t have any home-cooked meals, did you?”

“Nah, but that was alright,” Buffy noted with a smile. Her meals yesterday may not have been home-cooked but they were delicious. She had never known how erotic it could be to have Angelus lazily watch her eat, taking enjoyment in the amount she could consume. As she learned vampires could eat, but not much. Therefore, he had taken pleasure with hand feeding her every bite while she sat naked on his lap. No, breakfast, lunch, dinner, and several snacks may not have been home-cooked, but that was ALRIGHT.

After a few more hours of mother/daughter chitchat Buffy went upstairs to take a shower. It was growing late so she had already bid Joyce goodnight and had already made three phone-calls to Willow, Xander, and Giles. Everything had been normal, as normal as it could be on the Hellmouth. Giles had mentioned that he had come across Druscilla but had been unable to stake her.

Buffy couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed upon hearing that bit of news. The more she thought of Druscilla, the more jealous it made her feel. Although she understood why Angel felt the way he did about her, Angelus was another matter entirely. He felt no guilt for driving her insane, nor did he feel sorry for making her a vampire. Coward that she was Buffy had yet to ask Angelus point-blank if there was anything going on between them. As if he’d tell the truth, she thought with a touch of cynicism. Unless she saw it herself she would probably never be able to tell what the truth really was.

Opening up her door she closed it and leaned against it for a moment. How were things going to progress now between Angelus and herself? Yesterday had been wonderful, so wonderful that in the quiet of her room she had to admit that once more she felt afraid. For the first time in so long she had felt happy, not only with the world, but herself. She could theorize that maybe it was because she had seemingly been so close to death, but Buffy knew that wasn’t it.

It was Angelus.

There hadn’t been a single argument or a fight between them. The only time he had been rough with her was when she had requested it. A small blush tinted Buffy’s cheeks as she remembered how she had laid herself across his lap. She could even now feel how he had taken his large hand and reddened her bottom until she had repeatedly laid open-mouth kisses across his leather-clad thighs.

Oh it was embarrassing to remember how wanton she had been, but it had been so sinfully good.

Mentally shaking her head Buffy headed towards the shower so she could be clean and ready for when Angelus came. She assumed that they would go back to his place and she would catch a few hours of sleep before heading back home. Turning on the light and the ventilator Buffy quickly shed her clothes and looked at herself naked in the mirror.

There are so many things I do with my body and no one can tell. I look totally normal. Her breasts were still small as were her hips. Voluptuous was apparently not going to be part of her genetic makeup and she wistfully wished it were. Although she had to admit that her figure was cute she just wished there were more curves. Who knows? I’m still growing---it could happen. Buffy suddenly felt a pitch of melancholy lace her feelings as she thought of her prophesy.

Chances are that there would be no more growing for her.

Giles had been rather subdued, almost as if he hadn’t wanted to talk about it. Not that she blamed him. In fact, he was more excited about beginning her specialized training than talking about depressing prophesies and staked vampires.

Closing the door she padded over to the shower and turned on the taps. Testing the water with her fingertips she briefly considered taking a bath before changing her mind. It would take too long. Pulling the switch on the shower she stepped in and let the water flow over her body. Closing her eyes she opened up her mouth and felt the heat enter her.

Suddenly her stomach began to feel tight and achy while her neck throbbed with a familiar hunger. Crossing her arms across her breasts she opened up her eyes and whispered, “Angelus.”

The shower curtain slowly opened to reveal her dark vampire. Buffy’s mouth curved into an uncertain smile of welcome. Without saying a word Angelus kept his gaze trained upon hers and removed his scarlet velvet shirt. Spellbound she watched as he shifted his stance, presumably to slide his shoes off as well as his socks. Soon all that was left was his black leather pants. Those disappeared fairly quickly as well until he was gloriously naked.

Stepping into the shower Angelus gave Buffy a decadent kiss that she happily returned right back. Pulling away from her lips he leaned across her and murmured, “Hotter.”

She immediately yelped and pressed herself against him as the water turned near blistering. “It’s too hot.”

“Ssh lover, you’ll get used to it.” Before she could give another protest Angelus silenced her with another kiss that soon had Buffy concentrating on the heat of their mouths versus the heat of the water.

Feeling her wrap her slim arms around his neck Angelus enjoyed the familiarity of feeling her fingers entangle themselves in his hair. Her restless shifting indicated that she wanted to feel his arms around her. Obliging her he felt a tremor of weakness resonate within himself at how quickly he was beginning to know her.

Ripping his mouth away he lightly nipped the skin of her neck and shoulder, supremely pleased at the cries of delight spilling from her soft pink mouth. He grunted with male satisfaction when he felt Buffy’s hand eagerly wrap itself around his hard cock and began to give it several firm strokes.

The blowjob that Druscilla had given him tonight had done nothing to take the edge off his hunger. In fact it had only served to make him want to bed his mistress more than ever. He had taken a whip to his naughty childe afterwards but grumpily acknowledged that it had pleased more than punished.

Creeping into Buffy’s room he had been delighted that she was in the shower. Although he had boldly come straight to her house from the Factory, the more he thought about it the better it was that the Slayer knew nothing of his activities tonight. Therefore a shower erased all evidence of infidelity. Dispassionately he thought about her words of two nights ago: God knows I’ll probably go far beyond that before this is through, but I will NOT let you cheat on me! You touch another woman, that means Druscilla, minions, whatever---you will hurt as bad as I will.

Although he would never, EVER admit it out loud Angelus knew that she was right.

Buffy’s back, bottom, and thighs were red but the near-scalding heat was no longer bothering her as much as it first was. Distantly she thought of her mother coming in to catch them both. “Angelus?”

Busy with lavishing her neck with his attention and her backside with his hands he grunted, “Hmm.”

“Did you lock the door?”

Moving his hand to slide between her thighs he absently asked, “What door?”

“The bathroom door.” Buffy’s knees weakened when she felt his long fingers begin to teasingly slide against her moist flesh.

“No.”

Leaving a kiss against his ear Buffy pushed against him only to hear him growl. The effect on her was immediate: if anything she grew wetter. “I need to lock the door just in case she comes in here.”

“No.” Sinking his fingers deep within her he began a teasing rhythm while drawing his thumb across her clit with delicate grace.

Closing her eyes against the waves of pleasure Buffy softly mewled once before straightening. “I don’t want to get caught.”

Roughly pushing her against the steamed tiles Angelus deeply kissed her mouth, thrusting his tongue much the way his body would soon. He pulled away only once to confidently say, “We won’t. Your mother will not come into this room tonight.”

For several moments Buffy clung to his body, her thigh lifted up to give him better access. Breathlessly she panted, “How do you know?”

Lifting up one breast higher Angelus wickedly curled his tongue around the pointed nipple. “I have my ways Buff.”

“Such as?” Her eyes drifted shut as a languorous web of pleasure drew over her body. Buffy loved the way Angelus used his teeth and tongue to alternately tease and punish her nipples.

Releasing her breast with an impatient growl he answered, “Stop talking so much!”

Her fingers tightened in annoyance as she sharply retorted, “It didn’t bother you yesterday!”

“That was then, this is now.” Instead of awaiting an answer Angelus immediately dropped to his knees, lifted her leg over his broad shoulder and began to thoroughly caress Buffy’s center with his lips, tongue, and fingers.

“Aaahhh…you…jerk!” Her hands curled into little claws as she dug into his warming skin. She loved the way he could make her body feel. All her virginal imaginings of what it could be like between a man and a woman were NOTHING compared to the reality. Although she could never explain it, somehow she just knew that it wasn’t like this with everyone. Somehow Buffy knew that with another man it would never be this heavenly. Therefore she panted, “Oh yes…yes…Angelus…oh yes…harder!”

Angelus wickedly smiled with sexual triumph at feeling the way her little body undulated beneath his talented ministrations. Reaching up with one large hand he firmly squeezed her breast, purring with satisfaction at the way her breath hitched.

“It feels good doesn’t it?”

“Mmmm…”

Pressing his face against her hot, wet flesh Angelus hungrily inhaled the deliciously sweet aroma that marked his mistress’ desire. Buffy smelled absolutely sweet and divine. There was not an inch of her that he had not claimed, had not taken for his own. Well, almost…

Sliding two fingers in and out he darkly commanded, “I want you to come for me now, lover.” Pursing his lips around her clit he sucked with enough pressure that he was sure that soon she would be shaking and moaning his name. I want it tonight he thought with male determination.

“I want…you…inside…me.”

His trademark smirk lifted his lips as he seductively murmured, “Oh, really?” Trailing his fingers until they touched the tight rosette of virginal flesh Angelus felt Buffy jerk with sudden nervousness. Pulling his face back his eyes flashed golden with naked hunger in direct contrast to his soft and carefully modulated voice. “It seems like we both want to each achieve the same ends, yet with different means.”

Hazily looking down Buffy’s eyes became smoky with suppressed desire. A feline smile curved the lines of her mouth as she teasingly replied, “So it would seem.” Running her hand along his shoulder she noted that his flesh was warm and pink, almost as if he were human. Looking down at her own skin she saw how it was red and splotchy from the intense heat of the water.

Wickedly he smiled as his tongue curled out once more to taste her. Looking up me arrogantly declared, “I will have my way Buff.” Before she could utter another word his mouth resumed a carnal onslaught that left her in near-painful titillation.

Feeling her silken walls erotically cling to his fingers Angelus enjoyed the wet sounds of her desire. Lust hammered away at his awesome control, the need to plunge into her almost overwhelming. But first he had to hear her cry out her love for him…

Buffy’s hips began to move of their own accord beneath her vampire’s careful tutelage. The game of dominance that they always played was leaving her as the lucky loser. Although she wanted to feel his body pounding away at hers, she adored it when Angelus caressed her like this. Her lids were heavy, softening her view of the world’s corners as she looked down. A jolt of love shot through her as she saw her lover on his knees for her.

His silky black hair was completely wet, the rivulets of water running down his face and into her body. His skin was no longer pale; instead it looked human with a hint of healthy pinkness. Although he would view it as a betrayal Buffy couldn’t help but wonder what their lives would be like if he had never been a vampire, and she never a Slayer.

Watching his voracious movements Buffy knew that she never wanted to be from him---she wanted to be by his side always. She’d always have love for Angel, but now there was room in her heart for what he had become. Somehow I can make this work. Yesterday proves it. He could have left me to die, but he didn’t. I want his love. I want to show him what love is. I’ll do anything to show him love.

With those thoughts in mind Buffy felt the beginnings of an orgasm overtake her body. Arching her back her fingers clung to his shoulders as she closed her eyes. He made her feel so good, so alive. In a low voice she softly sighed, “Oh yes! Yes…oh Angelus…oh I love you!”

She felt him withdraw his mouth but leave his fingers on her until the spasms left her body. Soon he wrapped his arms around her small waist and she sank with him to the tub floor. Laying against his broad chest Buffy entwined her arms around his neck and rested her head against his chest.

“Did that feel good, darling?”

“Mmm…yes it did.”

Nuzzling her ear Angelus softly asked, “Then you’re not disappointed in my method?”

“Mmm…no…never.” Buffy felt the edges of wakefulness blur as sleep beckoned. Tightening her arms around his neck she felt so safe and secure. It was ironic she had to admit. A Slayer feeling safety in a Master Vampire’s arms? Three days ago she would never have felt this. But now it was different. Smiling she brushed her lips against the spot where his heart used to beat.

“What’s this Buff? Are you going to sleep on me?” His voice was darkly playful, the male outrage marking his words making Buffy smile.

Snuggling closer she responded, “Just for a little bit.”

Her only answer was a male grunt and a tightening of his arms.

Feeling his mistress’ body relax Angelus stared at the showerhead, seemingly watching the water spray down upon them. However, his mind was not the mundane, but rather on the sense of calm that was pervading his mood. He hadn’t realized how tense and edgy he had felt, but now he felt clean of all that would taint him.

With a startled frown Angelus thought, But isn’t this moment right now tainting me?

Almost as if to dispel his troubled mind Buffy shifted slightly against him and sweetly murmured, “I love you Angelus.”

In response he kissed the top of her head before realizing what he had done. Laying his head against the steamed tiles his mouth tightened. He had to be careful. This was just a diversion, a means to end. Pleasure was his only purpose in keeping their liaison. Pleasure.

I know what I’m doing here. I haven’t forgotten. Until then I can hold her. There’s no danger in that.

Looking down he intently studied the soft, youthful lines of her pretty face, enjoying the way her soft, pink mouth lay slightly opened. Focusing his preternatural senses he could hear every beat of her heart, every rush of blood as it fed her body, the never-ending function keeping her alive and healthy. Watching the rivulets of water rather on her dark, spiky eyelashes Angelus remembered the sight of her sprawled on the ground.

Even now he could feel a curious tightening in his gut and it bewildered him. He was far from being the squeamish type so large amounts of blood, tissue, and bone were hardly enough to affect his mood…and yet… Closing his eyes Angelus banished the memory by replacing it with another: Buffy naked.

Rubbing his large hand against her trim waist, a jolt of possessive pleasure shot through him as his palm encountered the jeweled links. Mine. Moving his arm he slid it across her body until he touched her relaxed hand. Holding it within his Angelus’ thumb idly stroked the silver ring, his emotions torn as to why he still wore his.

Observing the thick silver band on his finger he studied the myriad feelings raging within him. Frustration, shame, fury, hatred…yes, that was nothing new, but what else? Squinting his eyes he realized that there were more emotions, ones that should have no name within a vampire like himself. Regret, longing…loneliness…

Loneliness.

Clenching his hand into a fist Angelus refused to go any further. A twinge of hunger flicked its tongue, reminding him he had yet to feed. Diverting his thoughts to ones that were pleasing he could feel his fangs lengthening, their anticipation for Buffy’s blood obvious.

Running his fingers lightly across her back Angelus felt the water cooling, alerting him it was time to get out. Absently he thought it a pity they couldn’t soak as long as he liked, but then he wasn’t surprised that the Summers’ household didn’t possess an industrial size water heater like he did. Gathering his mistress securely in his arms he easily uncoiled his large body and turned the water off. Stepping out of the bath he heard her murmur sleepily even as she cuddled against him.

Quickly finding towels for them both Angelus padded into her room, leaving wet footprints all across the floor. Reaching out with one hand he pulled back the bedspread, before managing to wrap her wet body with a towel. Laying Buffy down he loosely wrapped another smaller towel around her drenched hair.

Turning away Angelus began drying himself off, humming lightly under his breath. Walking back into her bathroom he rummaged through the drawers until finding a brush. Noticing numerous blonde strands in the teeth he didn’t pull them out, only ran it through his own several times until his hair lay smoothly back.

Tossing the brush back in the drawer he was about to turn the light out when a small bottle on the counter caught his attention. Lifting it up Angelus experimentally sniffed the contents and immediately realized it was Buffy’s perfume. Putting the glass container back down he almost continued to explore the other feminine treasures about him, but instead turned the light out with a decided “click”.

Strolling into the darkened bedroom his eyes quickly saw that she still hadn’t stirred. Approaching her slumbering body he idly wondered how she could sleep so quickly, especially in his presence. Thinking back on the previous day he realized she had done it then too---but never before. She had slept next to him, that much was true, but only after exhaustive rounds of fucking. Generally Buffy hadn’t given into sleep either; instead it had overtaken her until she was too tired to fight it off.

An assessing light entered his eyes as he somberly thought, The wicked seduction of a vampire slayer is almost complete. Through the course of several weeks he had broken her walls down, tainted her view of good and evil, and now he had her love. And the jewel in his crown of sin was their bond. Buffy Summers was linked to him in ways that went beyond the flesh. Her life was his. Mine to keep, kill, or fuck.

Crouching next to the bed he lightly touched her cheek, enjoying how soft her skin felt. Musingly he wondered how far he would take it before…

Before what?

Before it all ends. Shelving his morbid thoughts Angelus crept into the small bed, neatly arranging her slack limbs until she rested against him. Deciding she had enough of a nap he began to nuzzle her neck with his nose. Inhaling deeply he felt the twin hungers of lust and bloodlust awaken once more. Pulling away he glanced at her delicate face and saw that she still slumbered peacefully. Normally he would have rudely shaken her awake or simply pried her mouth open and shoved his cock down her throat. Normally he would have done such, but wryly he acknowledged that lately he was far from being normal in regards to this young Slayer.

Gently undoing her towel he rose up on one elbow and intently studied her naked form. She is lovely, he acknowledged with tempered lust. “Buffy…Buffy…” he softly crooned, coaxing his lover to awaken from her peaceful slumber. Her response was only to cuddle even closer to him. His eyes began to glow, the hypnotically beautiful shades of gold, emerald, and black smoothly melding into one another. Gently kissing the side of her neck Angelus felt his fangs grow, his hunger too insistent to hold off any longer. Pulling back he looked down into Buffy’s relaxed face once more and pressed his mouth against hers. Her lips are so sweet…the sweetest I’ve ever tasted in all my existence.

Bringing her body securely against his he wrapped strongly muscled arms about her naked waist and carefully brought his mouth against her neck. Closing his eyes he felt his dangerously sharp fangs delicately pierce the soft skin beneath, relishing the lazy spurt of blood that filled his mouth.

The euphoria hitting his dead veins was so exquisite it nearly bordered on agony. Angelus could feel his eyes roll slightly beneath closed lids as the world exploded into a shower of blood, pleasure, and life. Gulping each mouthful he could taste the essence of Buffy, taking it into his body and making her a part of himself. The air changed dramatically right as her legs and shoulders stiffened, a hoarse cry of release echoing in the small room. Yes, lover! I want to hear you cry for me! Sing for me!

The Slayer’s eyes flew open as her hands automatically curled about his neck, a throaty moan spilling softly from her lips. ‘I love this feeling! If I died now I would die in bliss.’ In the velvet darkness of night she felt completely enveloped and totally possessed by passion. Her secret mouth clenched in time to the spasms rocking her body as her leg crept up to feel his. A feeling of rightness descended over Buffy as she looked down and saw Angelus’ dark head nestled against her neck.

Tightening her arms she closed her eyes and sweetly smiled. Things had definitely changed between them. She couldn’t feel this happy, this secure, if they hadn’t. Yet in the midst of all her euphoria she experienced a tentative feeling that something wasn’t quite right.

I don’t know what this feeling is, but it’s as if Angelus is trying to…purge himself? Erase something? I don’t know.

If he had been Angel she would’ve immediately asked him to clear her troubled mind. But he wasn’t Angel. He was Angelus.

“What’s wrong?” His voice rumbled deep within his chest, sending numerous vibrations through Buffy’s.

Glancing down at him she raised a brow in curious surprise. How did he know? Maybe her body had become tense---

“I appreciate silence in a woman when I’m not fucking her, but this is not one of those times.”

Stiffening in annoyance Buffy barely resisted the urge to throw him off of her. “How is it I never hear any of that charm the Watchers wrote you had? You’re always so rude and crude and it just---ugh!”

Lifting his head Angelus smirked and drawled, “That’s part of my charm baby! Besides, back then the ladies liked it when I treated them rude and crude.” Leaning closer he playfully nipped her collarbone before arrogantly stating, “And they still do.”

This time giving into the impulse Buffy shoved him away, disappointed he didn’t fall off the bed in an ignoble sprawl like he deserved. Instead Angelus gracefully landed on his feet, smirk and insufferable cocky attitude in place. “What? Something I said was offensive to you, m’darlin’?”

Glaring at his devilishly handsome face Buffy couldn’t help the warmth that rose to her face. My darling---he just had to say that with an Irish brogue. Punk! Shaking off her absurd pleasure at hearing his voice and those particular words she complained, “You’re damn right there was something you said that offended me!”

“And that was?”

Narrowing her eyes in suspicion she growled, “What do you mean they?”

A dangerous light entered Angelus’ eyes as he debated on what to say. For him to puke out, “Nothing Buffy dear, I meant only you” would make him a pussy that deserved to get fucked to the wall. But if he were to smugly declare, “What do you think I mean Slayer---I mean every pretty piece of tail that I’ve had since I’ve been back,” it would display his brass balls, but that would never fly with Buffy.

“Silence is something I appreciate in the vampires I fuck, but now is not one of those times.”

Abruptly narrowing his eyes Angelus heatedly thought, That little bitch! “Vampires?” he all but growled.

Reaching up with one hand she removed the damp towel before running her fingers through her hair. Securely wrapping the cotton sheet around her torso Buffy leaned towards him and icily repeated, “They?”

Taking a deep and unneeded breath the dark vampire sourly noted how his little mistress seemed to grow a backbone at the most unexpected times. Reining in his colossal pride was a nearly impossible feat in itself but Angelus took the rare high ground and answered, “Slip of the tongue Buff.”

“Slip of the tongue, huh? Druscilla wasn’t part of that slip, was she?”

Does she know?! “I’m not one to take advantage of the afflicted Slayer. Besides she’s my childe.”

Buffy didn’t bother to hide her jealousy as she huffily stated, “It didn’t stop you before.”

The sound of her voice gave Angelus pause. He felt a malicious joy in her pain, tempted to exploit it until he had her tears bathing his cold chest. The selfish, indulgent nature that defined his existence easily won him over. Not too much boy, just keep control. Gracefully approaching the bed he tipped her chin with one finger and softly asked, “Would it hurt you lover if minutes before I came here Dru had her mouth wrapped around my cock?”

Buffy’s face completely drained of color, her wide expressive eyes dilating with soul-crushing pain. Before she could clamp her lips shut a low keening sound of agony left her heart. “No…” The room spun crazily as she fought to retain some semblance of control. “Where are my clothes?” she tightly murmured to herself, desperately wanting to erase the vulnerability she felt clad only in a thin sheet.

“Buff.” Angelus’ desired answer was right before him. She was in so much agony over his infidelity, but where he expected violence there was only devastating grief. However, his cold heart was just as pleased. The barb struck, now it was time to temporarily heal the wound. Reaching out with one hand he placed it on her arm only to have it roughly shook away.

“Don’t touch me. You can’t touch me. Not if---not if---“ Tears overfilled the banks of her hazel eyes, spilling onto bloodless cheeks. Rushing across the room Buffy yanked open the drawers, pulling out a fistful of clothes and in the process dumping several articles on the floor.

He could see her shoulders were tautly bowed over in grief, every muscle in battle against breaking down. Okay, demon-pleasure-time over. What I’ve broken now I must fix. Following her Angelus halted his mistress’ frenzied movements by wrapping his arms tightly around her slim body.

“GET OFF OF ME---” Buffy’s scream was abruptly cut off by a well-placed hand over her mouth. Flailing against his hard, naked form she felt her heart breaking over and over again in tandem to the muffled yells her throat was still emitting.

Leaning down Angelus whispered against her ear, “Sssh…sssh…calm down baby. It’s not true. It was a bad joke.”

Bucking back against him Buffy’s head slammed against his chin, making the vampire see proverbial stars. Lifting her leg she quickly kicked back, neatly dislocating Angelus’ knee. Hissing in pain he stubbornly held onto her, silently vowing to redden her bottom if she continued. Patiently he cooed, “I’m sorry baby. I was a jackass. I shouldn’t have said it,” all the while feeling a revolting sickness at the kindness of his tone. He was a master vampire---why the fuck should he be explaining himself to anyone, much less his whore?

Hearing her choked sobs and the utter loveliness of her pain Angelus was reminded why. I love to hear her cry. I adore her pain. I cherish even more the joy I can bring her after making her cry.

Meanwhile, Buffy was locked in a world of devastation and never-ending rolls of pain. He was with her. He was with Druscilla. I’m not the only one he sees. I’m not the only one. I’M NOT THE ONLY ONE! The tears wouldn’t stop flowing just as her pain kept growing. Desolation began to set in as the thought reverberated in her mind. Instinct ordered her to run away, to leave the scene of her collapse. Angelus’ words held no real meaning in light of her dark agony. He can’t touch me. Not with those hands. Not after touching her body. God I want to make him hurt! I want him to HURT!!

Feeling the salt tears bathe the back of his hand, Angelus was suddenly pierced with an intense pain that left him shocked and disturbed. What the fuck! Groaning he clenched his eyes shut as he felt it again. The more Buffy struggled, the more intense his pain became. Automatically he checked his body, believing the ache was physical.

He was wrong.

The answer came to him in two words: the bond. Suddenly he realized he was experiencing Buffy’s pain first-hand and it was not fun. Oh shit! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!!! No, this couldn’t be right. He’d made legions of vampires before and felt not a lick of their pain, pleasure, or boredom. Angelus had been around for over a century and a half and NEVER had he experienced this. He could not stomach this. He couldn’t stand the pain assaulting him, awakening memories of a life that did not belong to him. The present darkness of a young woman’s bedroom shifted, changing into the smoky darkness of long-destroyed tavern…

Fiona. Fiona. How could you do this to me? Why? Silently sobbing into his stout mug Angel could feel his dark hair come out of its neat queue, undoubtedly making him look like a dissolute lecher. He didn’t care. His fiancée, his lady, the future mother of his children had been in bed with his own brother.

The pain wouldn’t stop. Gut wrenching agony twisted its grip on Angel’s heart as he relived each moment of seeing Fiona and Michael in bed together. It hurts so badly! Why would they do this to me? I loved her! I would’ve given her anything---how could she have done this to me?

Hours passed while he ordered drink after drink. At one point he briefly went upstairs to find dubious comfort in the paid arms of a plump barmaid, but instead of pleasure he found nothing but mocking emptiness. Coming back to the common area Angel proceeded to then lose himself in bitter ambrosia, praying for surcease from all pain.

His prayers went unanswered.

Downing the rest potent ale Angel blearily lifted his head and saw the darkness of his future. She didn’t love him. Fiona would never love him. He knew that now. During all this time he had been purposely blind, not wanting to see her coldness for being what it truly was. What he had wanted to believe was maidenly modesty and chasteness was really contempt and repulsion.

Lord Christ it brought him low. The only woman he ever loved was at this moment probably as naked as the day she was born and giving her body to his younger brother. Remembering in graphic detail what he had seen Angel could feel his heart harden, the pain dulling until eventually it became like stone, present but no longer a thing of movement.

If he exposed Fiona’s actions she would become a social outcast. Her family’s honor would be ripped to shreds and he could be assured to never having to see her treacherous face again. A mean look entered his ebony eyes, devilishly slanting his brows until he appeared to be like his namesake---only fallen. Angel wouldn’t call off the marriage.

He’d marry the faithless bitch, pretending to be ignorant of her activities, but once she became his by law he’d make her pay. Even if he had to strip her down to her white hide and beat her each night until he was satisfied, he’d make sure she paid. A cruel smile twisted his lips as he imagined their marital future. Once securing his heir he’d have Fiona permanently locked away on another estate, ensuring her lonely existence. By then, he’d be sure to have a mistress or two conveniently available to alleviate his needs, and life would be as it should be.

Love was a fickle illusion that had no place in his life. Ever again.

From now on Angel would do whatever it took to abolish the stains that whore left in his heart. This was the last time he’d ever suffer like this. Never again would he allow a woman to lead him by the nose. His father was right---woman were good simply for breeding and for pleasure. To elevate their status to anything more was recklessly seeking folly.

Sitting up his jaw clenched tightly in determination. His vengeance was not solely for her---not in the least bit. Michael you will not get away with this, brother dear. Uncontrollable laughter bubbled in his throat until it erupted in a great shout. The patrons curiously turned, uncertain of how to react to one of the gentry in an obviously drunk state. Although Lord Angel was regarded to be a better sort compared to others of his class, it didn’t change the fact that he was quality.

Their uncertainty soon became a moot point because Angel soon got up and stumbled out of the tavern. Bracing himself against the cold wind, clad only in a stained, ruffled shirt, he blearily looked into the darkness and saw a stunning vision of beauty. Whereas Fiona was dark and cold, SHE was bright and warm. Drawn like the hapless moth to her burning flame Angel stumbled his way towards her and thought, I will never feel this pain again. Ever.

Snatching his hand away Angelus felt the imprint of Buffy’s teeth on his palm. “I don’t ever want to see you again. Ever!” Able to loosen his arms’ hold she slipped out and put distance between them, her back plastered defensively against the dresser. With each pulse of her veins her heart sobbed endless tears of blood. How could this happen? I was beginning to feel so happy with him. I thought we had a chance to make something new and now it’s over.

Acrymydion and her prophesy loomed menacingly in her mind, giving her soul another reason to grieve. I’m going to die alone, unwanted and unloved. I lost Angel and now I’ve lost whatever I had of Angelus. The pain her thoughts delivered almost brought Buffy down to her knees. Bleakly she noted how Angelus’ mouth tightened, as if he had suffered his own bout of agony.

Goddamn bastard! God I wish I could be as heartless as he is! I HATE being a slave to my heart---I despise feeling this kind of pain.

Unmindful of his nudity Angelus drew himself up to his full height and gritted out, “Stop it Buffy! I already apologized---“

“Apologized!” she hissed in tremulous disbelief. “You think an apology is going to make this okay for me? I told you that you were mine! Mine---you stupid, dead, son-of-a-bitch!” Clutching the sheet with one hand she fumbled for her clothes, never letting her eyes leave his deceitful face.

Feeling his own devil’s temper flare Angelus roared, “Didn’t you hear me you bitch? I said that it didn’t happen!”

Freezing in mid-motion she stood there for several seconds, distrustful yet shamefully hoping for a reprieve from all her pain. “What did you say?”

“It was an error in judgment, a piss-poor test of your devotion.”

A tremulous bit of joy whispered in her wounded heart, easing the agony of betrayal and bitter despair. “What are you telling me Angelus?”

The pounding of misery lessened, giving him encouragement to continue the lie. Self-preservation was nothing to be laughed at and if he had to actively make Buffy believe that he had never transgressed tonight---then so be it. Better to grovel now and make her happy, then continue to suffer the disturbingly acute measure of her pain.

Approaching her Angelus noted how she stood there poised to flee, as cautious as a cornered doe. Stopping inches away from her body he swallowed his pride and answered, “I didn’t say she did, I just wondered how you would feel---that’s all.”

Part of Buffy despised the hopeful longing springing in her chest. He wasn’t with her? “Are you telling me that you just said that just to see how’d I react?”

A surly expression crossed his face as he gruffly answered, “Yeah Slayer---that’s why I did it.”

Several tense seconds passed, the myriad expressions flitting across her vulnerable face ranging from disbelief, confusion, relief, and then finally anger. Coming closer to Angelus she tipped her head back and hoarsely whispered, “You made that up?”

The emotional currents assaulting him settled down before finally disappearing. Breathing an unneeded sigh of contentment he looked into her luminous eyes and asked, “You surprised babe?”

Buffy’s expression became taut before snapping in an overwrought explosion of fury. With one hand she powerfully slapped his handsome face, delighting on a primal level in the sound of flesh connecting with flesh. “Get out! Do you hear me? I want you out of here!”

Rubbing his cheek Angelus snidely spat, “I take it the honeymoon’s over?”

“If it is, it’s your fault!” Not satisfied with merely throwing him out she shrieked, “How could you do that to me?! After all your threats about keeping me in line, about my faithfulness, you DARE to just test me like that? Are you the most insecure man in the world, or what? Oh! GOD I HATE YOU!”

Irritated he warningly growled, “Keep your voice down Buff---or do you want your mother to wake up?”

“My mother?! What Angelus---your mind-control powers are just for bragging?”

“I thought you didn’t like me in your sweet mother’s mind.”

Stalking across the room with the sheet trailing behind her Buffy scooped up Angelus’ clothes. Angrily throwing them at his face she heatedly replied, “Like you ever give a shit over what I like and don’t like. Goddamn it Angelus---how could you be such a bastard? Especially after what we shared---“ Abruptly stopping she clamped her mouth shut, furious beyond words.

Dropping his clothes on the floor in a blatant display of his position on where he was going, Angelus took another breath and charmingly admitted, “I’m a bastard baby. You’re right---I’m the scum of the Hellmouth. I’m a rude, crude, bad man. I’m an insensitive asshole. I’m a shit. I deserve to be roasted over the pits of hell. I’m lower than the third testicle of a Closp---”

Unwillingly Buffy’s fury began to disappear in face of Angelus’ apology. “Stop it!”

Approaching her with confidence he allowed his eyes to become liquid with contrition. “Forgive me lover. I’m horrible. I’m a terrible, awful vampire. I deserve one of your stakes plunging into a certain part of my anatomy.”

A tiny smile hovered about her lips, the tears of sadness on her face drying and in danger of being replaced by those of laughter. “You’re not funny.”

Wrapping one arm around her waist Angelus leaned down and lightly kissed her temple. “I’m not funny? Really? Are you sure?” Pulling back Buffy protested, “Angelus I’m still beyond mad at you. And I still want you out! Now go!”

“Go? Go where? Here?” Reaching down he gently patted the sheet covering her soft fur. Smelling the rush of desire flooding her veins the dark vampire cruelly smiled. It was close, but Buffy is back where she needs to be: beneath my hand.

Feeling the delirious heat uncoil within her limbs she almost gave in. Having Angelus so near, smelling the intoxicating scent uniquely belonging to him Buffy could’ve blissfully melted at his feet. Looking up into his gaze she could see the coldness of stare that was always apart of him shift, warming at the edges---whether from pleasure or amusement---she didn’t know. Still she experienced the supreme joy of seeing something other than the emotionless stare of a predator, even though a part of her was addicted to that sight as well.

Feeling Angelus’ fingers boldly caress her Buffy’s knees nearly gave out. Clutching his arms she could’ve just given into her body’s dictates, letting the throbbing of her blood command her sensuality.

She could’ve.

But she didn’t.

Pulling back from him, a teasing smile on her face, Buffy backed away towards his clothes. Carefully keeping her eyes on his she noted in satisfaction how he stood in place, thinking she was going to initiate a romp on the floor.

He was wrong.

Unmindful of her nudity she dropped the sheet, seeing the lust spring to Angelus’ face in a way that almost made her change her mind.

Almost.

In less than a second Buffy grabbed her lover’s discarded clothes, opened the window, and flung them out into the lawn. A human wouldn’t have been able to see it, several weeks ago she wouldn’t have been fast enough and Angelus wouldn’t have the senses to see exactly what she was doing, but now things were different.

“Shit!” Lunging out the window to catch his rapidly falling leather and silk Angelus barely felt her hands on his back before he too was airborne. Watching in satisfaction Buffy hissed, “You twisted asshole! This is what I think of your test!” Instantly closing the window and locking it she barely heard his hiss of “Bitch” before she threw on a pair of pajamas and went immediately to her mother’s room.

Unfortunately she hadn’t thought far ahead of what she would do to keep him out.

She should’ve known he wouldn’t docilely accept his punishment like a good vampire. Unless she managed to put up a cross on every window or miraculously knew how to cast an un-invitation spell, Angelus would come right back in. There was only one way to avoid his nasty temper and show him that his test did not find favor with her.

“Mom! Mom, wake up!” Shaking the older woman awake, Buffy prayed Angelus’ strength of mind didn’t extend this far. Her sensitive hearing instinctively sharpened, hearing her lover’s fury as he made his way back up on the over-hanging roof. She had definitely taken a risky gamble punishing the vampire this way and if her mother didn’t waken soon SHE was the one who’d undoubtedly be punished.

But Angelus deserved it and so much more!

Just as she heard the lock rattle Joyce’s sleep-hoarse voice murmured, “Buffy? What is it?” Seeing the outline of her daughter she immediately sat up and worriedly asked, “Is something wrong?”

Closing her eyes briefly Buffy could feel Angelus nearby. He’s here. A shaky smile crossed her lips as she shook her head.

Where’s my guts? He fucking deserved to get pushed out the window. If he had just left like I asked him too, he wouldn’t have fallen bare-assed out onto the front yard. But now I’m kinda scared of what he’ll do. What if he decides to just walk in here and pull me out by my hair?

“No. Yes. Not really.” Shifting her eyes toward the doorway she saw him standing in the darkness and froze.

“Buffy? Honey, what’s wrong?” Leaning over to turn on the lamp she stopped at her daughter’s slightly panicked “Mom!” She can’t see him here. There’s no way I could explain what my tutor was doing here.

Casting her worried gaze towards the door she watched in relief as he backed away, melting into the night-darkened hallway as if he had never been there. A burst of light suddenly flooded the room as Joyce flicked on the lamp switch. A frown of worry creased her forehead, her alert eyes taking in every inch of Buffy’s appearance. “Did something happen? You look flushed.”

Turning back towards her mother Buffy knew Angelus was still there, listening to every word. “I-I’m sorry for waking you up. It was silly. I think I just had a nightmare.”

Cupping her daughter’s face with one smooth hand Joyce asked, “Do you want to talk about it?”

Smiling briefly she shook her head and answered, “No, I’m okay.” Chewing on her lip for a moment Buffy hesitatingly asked, “Umm, Mom? Do you think I can sleep here tonight?” She knew she was being a coward by hiding out in her mother’s room, but unless he took himself off, there was no other alternative.

Astonishment flickered across Joyce’s face. “Sleep here? Huh, sure Honey.” Pulling the comforter open she waited until her daughter was settled comfortably before asking, “Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it? After all, you haven’t slept with me since you were seven.”

“I know. I just had the weirdest dream, that’s all.” Settling her head on a plump pillow she delicately yawned and murmured, “Mom can you turn off the light please?”

“Sure.” A small “click” echoed in the room before darkness reigned once again.

“Goodnight Mom.”

“Goodnight Buffy.” A moment of silence passed before Buffy’s mother curiously asked, “Aliens?”

Tucking her chin over the warm, down-filled covers Buffy steadily stared into the darkness, catching a glimpse of gold and a smirk promising vengeance. “No, not aliens. Just the boogey-man.”

She could feel her mother’s shudder as she stated, “Well I’m glad to hear it wasn’t one of THEM. I just can’t stand the thought of aliens---they creep me out.” Yawning loudly she turned over, readjusted the blankets, and sleepily mumbled, “Love you.”

Captured within a prison of wicked fangs and primitive eyes Buffy softly whispered, “Love you,” her eyes narrowed and definitely still furious. She watched as Angelus withdrew, apparently content with finishing their match another time. Sharpening her sensitive hearing ability she could hear the soundless pitch of his steps as he walked away. Laying there, staring at the ivory ceiling she angrily whispered, “He deserved it.”

“Hmm? What did…you say Buffy?”

Glancing to the side she casually murmured, “Nothing Mom. Go to sleep.”

“You…too.”

He deserved it.

**********

Furiously striding towards his car Angelus desperately desired to feel the weight of his hand falling heavily on his mistress’ ass. I can’t fucking believe she threw me out! What’s more, I can’t believe she ran to her mommy like a little brat! Reaching into his pocket he de-activated the alarm with nothing more than a push of his finger. Everything should be this fucking uncomplicated. Yanking the door open he threw himself in and slammed it shut, still seething. To top it all off---I can’t believe I didn’t just drag her out. I let her goddamn win!

Jamming the key in the ignition he barely gave the car time to start before he was peeling down the road, intent on one destination: the Cavern.

Easily cruising down the deserted streets he pulled off into an alley within minutes, his preternatural hearing already catching the body-pounding bass of the club. Still feeling the frustrated anger beat a bloody tune in his brain Angelus slammed the car door, activated the alarm, and strode towards the entrance. Barely giving the doorman a glance his hypersensitive senses were flooded with the sharp smells of youth, blood, and sex. Especially sex.

His cock tightened in primitive need before shriveling when he remembered the utter humiliation Buffy had managed to douse on him. Bitch! He had gone to her, suffering the inkling of incompletion, but now he couldn’t even understand why he had bothered. Why the hell had she over-reacted? After all, he had apologized hadn’t he?

Scanning the crowd his eyes immediately lighted upon a beautiful brunette wearing a white sweater and a short, red-tartan skirt. Good---I fucking hate bottle-blondes right now. Prowling through the thick throng of bodies Angelus predatorily made his way to his prey.

Easily catching her attention with his dark looks he smirked. Think to punish me, will you Buff? Hah! You’re easily replaceable baby---easily replaceable.

Staring down from the top floor a pair of ice-blue eyes noted the dangerous vampire’s amorous actions below. A humorless smile curved Simon’s lips as he watched the trap Angelus was laying. Apparently you can’t be satisfied with the beautiful Slayer, can you? Either that or she scared you and now you’re running. Why do I feel it’s the latter? The intricate signet ring on his pinkie made a slight scraping sound as the girl below suddenly caught his attention. Something’s different about her.

Leaning against the railing Angelus heard the words spill from his lips with centuries-old practice as he leaned close to her small shell-like ear. “So do you go to school?”

Answering in a loud yell to be heard above the din, “Yeah, I do. Sunnydale High.”

I take it she hasn’t learned what things are about here, otherwise she’d know I can hear her just fine. “Really? You look like you could be a junior in college, at the very least.” Girls her age love to be seen as older.

“Ugh! Do I look that old? I was hoping you’d say I looked like a junior in high school, at the most.” Sipping her drink she dropped her dark eyes from his, completely aware of his attractive charm.

A glimmer of surprise flitted across his face. Taking a breath he realized the drink in her hand wasn’t liquor but merely Sprite. She doesn’t drink? A 17 year-old girl in a place like this and she’s not taking advantage of the No-ID policy? Studying her face Angelus had to admit she was stunning in an exotic, sultry way. The girl was just as beautiful as his whore, maybe even more so.

Yet, an uncomfortable thought stained his mind: But even so, she still isn’t Buffy…

Glancing at her delicate watch the girl looked up into his eyes and softly smiled. “It was nice talking to you…”

“Angel.”

“Angel. But I’ve gotta get going.” Sliding off the chair she gathered her small, black backpack and slipped it over her shoulders.

With a mental shrug he was prepared to find another tasty delight, but then the image of Buffy throwing him out mentally slammed him. Cock tease! Reaching out with one strong hand Angelus placed it on the girl’s arm, persuasively holding her in place. “Do you really have to go?”

Slowly looking at the hand on her sleeve, she let her black gaze travel upwards, finally stopping at his equally dark gaze. “I do. You know, school’s tomorrow---I have to bright-eyed, bushy-tailed---you know all that jazz.”

Pressing his advantage Angelus exerted his mind’s convenient ability to mesmerize his prey, confident she would be singing another tune within seconds. “Sure I can’t convince you to stay?”

The girl’s expression stayed determined yet placid, her small smile firmly in place. “No you can’t, but maybe I’ll see you here next week.”

A note of shock flared in his mind. She didn’t fall. Why? An automatic grin curved his lips as he backed off, interested the way a scientist would be after coming across a new species of insect. “Who knows, maybe you will.” If my little bitch still has me on punishment. Realizing he didn’t know her name he fairly purred as he asked, “I didn’t catch your name…”

“I know.” A playful smile twisted her lips for a moment before disappearing. Nodding once the girl tossed a captivating smile and gracefully made her way through the throng. Staring in curiosity Angelus was suddenly reminded of the little gypsy who had been the instrument of his downfall. They didn’t look exactly the same, but both possessed the same suppressed wildness in their eyes.

However, where a black gaze used to thrill him, only a hazel one now seemed to have that effect…

Absently pulling out a pack of cigarettes he made short work of lighting one before lifting it to his lips. Who was she? She seemed vaguely familiar, but---he couldn’t know for sure. Narrowing his eyes slightly he thought, Maybe I lucked out tonight with this one leaving. For all I know Buffy could catch me rutting away and then instead of a curse, I could be ash.

Deciding to take the time to reflect his next move Angelus made his way upstairs, unaware of Simon’s perusal the entire time. Looking out across the crowd his keen, blue eyes narrowed as he watched the mysterious girl pause and look over her shoulder. A cold smirk of triumph crossed her full red lips for the briefest of moments, but the blonde vampire saw it nonetheless. You’re playing with fire, my friend. You keep it up you WILL get burned, I promise.

Turning away he absently rubbed the ring on his finger, his mind busily putting the pieces of this dangerous puzzle together. Mercurial Time gave mercy to no one and it was most definitely running out…

**********

Quietly walking the streets the girl passed the elementary school before turning towards the back of the property. Crossing the large span of lawn she made her way to a small, whitewashed building, easily making short work of the lock, before opening the door. The musty smell of chalk and dust assaulted her nose, as well as something much darker.

In a nonchalant tone she murmured, “You can come out now.” The room remained as empty as it appeared when she first walked in. Heaving an impatient sigh she pointed out without turning around, “I can see you hiding in the shadows, over by the closet.”

The slightest whisper of movement reached her ears before an obviously British voice commented, “I just thought ta hav’ a bit o’fun with ya.”

“Yeah, well it didn’t work. Try it on a teenie-bopper some night, or better yet, not.” Leaning on the wall closest to the door she studied the vampire in front of her, not trusting him farther than she could throw him. “So I see the great William the Bloody decided to play it safe tonight.”

Coming forward he stopped in a patch of moonlight, the vivid scar on his neck attesting to a mortal life not well spent. “Spike sent me instead. Do ya hav’ a prob with it?”

A humorless chuckle escaped her lips as she murmured, “I really don’t care which one of you I have to deal with. You all pretty much are the same---rabid dogs that need to be put down.”

“And I thought ya liked us cutie. Too bad ya can’t do it yerself---like some of them that be livin’ in this shit hole. Isn’t that the way of it?”

She slowly blinked, fighting hard within herself to not just take the wooden pointer next to her hand and slam it into his burly chest. But if she did, the alliance was off and that wouldn’t be tolerated. “That’s the way of it.” Forcing all emotion from her words the girl succinctly stated, “I’ve met him tonight.”

Nodding his head in satisfaction the imposing vampire asked, “Did ya shag?”

“No.”

His explosion was immediate. “Why the bleedin’ hell not?”

Resisting the urge to scowl she patiently explained, “Because my idiot, it doesn’t work that way. Angelus is like a child, a large child with fangs, but a child nonetheless. If he gets what he wants without struggle, he gets bored. If he gets bored then I’m of no use. If I’m of no use, then your boss doesn’t get what he wants. Can you understand my reasoning, or would you like for me to break it down to picture format?”

Grudgingly he nodded, struggling not to go over to her and tear her pretty throat out. However, the remembered words of his master eliminated his instinctual response.

”Listen well Jack---she is not to be touched. Do you hear me? Do NOT eat her.”

“We were lucky tonight, but luck is not our motivation here. I’ve been studying Angelus for weeks and I know enough about him to begin my work. Angelus needs a challenge. For him the Slayer was that challenge, but now that she is in love with him, I suspect his attention will cool.”

Jack couldn’t suppress the sneer that crossed his face. “Do ya now? And wot will ya do if he decides ta turn on ya an’ snap that little neck of yours?”

“Then I’m wrong and I die.”

Surprise flitted across the vampire’s brutishly handsome face. Her words were so exact, so cold-blooded that if he didn’t know she was human he would’ve sworn she was a demon.

“But Mr. Jack Tamgrove I don’t deal with luck, I deal with extensive research and the hard facts that spring forth. I didn’t fall into Angelus’ lap like a ripe piece of fruit. I walked away from him with a smile. It intrigued him.”

She knows me name. “It takes a lot more than a smile ta keep the Scourge’s fancy. His obsession with the Slayer ain’t to be taken lightly. She’s a fire burnin’ in his blood. He even tore five Ogziwarxs ta pieces over her. An obsession like his borders on luv, only he’s too stupid ta realize it.”

“I know.” Sliding her hands into her pockets the girl mockingly smiled. “But I don’t need him to love me---I just need him to be distracted enough to allow things to take their natural course.”

“And ya think ya gots wot it takes?”

“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here.” Absently looking out the darkened window she murmured, “I resemble the gypsy who caused him to be cursed. Angelus will seek to banish his proven weakness with another who looks enough like her to satisfy him. He does it each time with Fiona clones, he’ll do it again.”

“Yeah, an’ he usually drives ‘em dead or crazy.”

A falsely playful expression crossed her dark eyes. “Aww Jack---when you say it like that I could almost believe you care.”

“Oh I care alright cutie. I care about this plan workin’. Wot we’re playin’ here is treason in me world---if ya fail, we fuckin’ die.” His watery blue eyes darkened as he mentioned, “But we already know ya don’t care.”

“Not particularly. But don’t fear Jack, I have no intention of failing.” Turning towards the door she imparted, “The players on this one go so far beyond you and I. And so with stakes like these we each have to play our parts perfectly to win.” A heavy beat passed before she asked in a cool voice, “I’m willing, are you and yours?”

“I’m here, ain’t I?” Before she left he threw out, “If I make ya so nervous, how will ya handle Angelus?”

Pausing at the door the girl asked in an even voice, “What makes you think I was nervous?”

“Well for starts, yer heart was beatin’ kinda fast. Two, ya stayed by the door.” A cruel smile spread across his face as he finished with, “That seems like a recipe for fright ta me.”

A tiny chuckle passed her lips, echoing bravely despite the company. “Is that all?”

Crossing his thick arms across his chest he belligerently spat, “It’s enough!”

“One, my heart was beating fast from anger---the anger of not dusting you on the spot Jack. Two, I kept close to the door just in case we had company following you.”

“An’ ya think ya coulda done anythin’ ta stop this company?”

An unreadable expression flared in her dark eyes before she evenly replied, “I may not be a Slayer, but I know how to fight too.” Tightening her hand on the door she tossed out, “Tell Spike to be on alert this week. If Angelus comes to the Factory, let me know. I’ll still be on surveillance.”

“When will ya see the Scourge again?”

“By the looks of things, next Sunday.”

“Sunday, huh? So we’re ta twiddle our thumbs till then?”

“Sure, why not? It’s not that much different from what you do now.”

”Listen well Jack---she is not to be touched. Do you hear me? Do NOT eat her.”

With a bit of effort and self-discipline Jack regally nodded his head and stated, “Okay, cutie. Yer words, my creed.”

“So you can be a gentle beast when you want to.” Opening the door she asked, “Do you want me to leave it open?”

His thick brows drew mightily in a frown as he hissed, “Ya insult me!”

A flicker of understanding shaded her lips before she murmured, “Of course.” She then slipped out the door, the metal quietly scraping together as she relocked the door.

Waiting until she far away enough Jack reached out with his senses, checking for danger until he sensed his brothers. Satisfied with the secured perimeter he expertly slipped out the window and into the night.

**********

Seemingly staring out across the crowd Angelus’ thoughts were busy. He replayed the scene in Buffy’s bedroom, vividly remembering the pain that lashed him without mercy.

Taking a deep drag of nicotine he narrowed his ebony eyes and curiously thought, So this is what Buffy’s love feels like. Blowing out a thick cloud of smoke he shifted in his seat, the creaking sound of leather barely heard above the raucous din of his ruminations. All that pain, all that suffering, all that misery---it was all for me.

It…was…all…for…ME.

A beautiful smile curved his lips and unholy pleasure blazed in his eyes. That golden creature has given me a gift without equal. While in the past he had always understood the pain of others, and had rejoiced in their suffering, he had never felt it first hand.

But tonight, for the first time in his existence, he had.

He had suffered it along with her. Buffy’s every tear had been a dagger in his being. Her every sob had been a blow to his mind. Like a fool he had been shaken by it, only thinking to end her pain so it would end his, but now he saw it for the priceless token it really was. This is what her loves feels like. I want to feel it again.

Standing up Angelus lost all taste for the Cavern as he was inspired to give his mistress a gift for her love. Making his way towards the exit his mind busily came up with one gift, before discarding it for another. A stuffed vampire? Too lame. Roses? Maybe. Lingerie? Too direct. A car? Too big.

Walking out he prowled towards his car, briefly glancing up at the night sky. The sapphire canopy of the heavens was beautifully sprinkled with twinkling stars, reminding Angelus of diamonds amidst a bed of velvet. That’s it. A pleased smile quirked his lips as he de-activated the alarm, opened the door, and slid into the leather seat. Driving off he thought, I’ll give it to her tonight.

*********

Buffy’s eyes sprang awake, her senses accurately reading the shift in the air. He’s here. All traces of sleep were gone, her heart pounding with the instinct of duty and protection, giving her the ability to defend her territory---if necessary. Noting the time she realized there was less than an hour before sunrise. What is he doing here? Slowly creeping out of bed she tenderly covered her mother’s softly snoring form with the plush comforter. Her steps were close to soundless---just the tiniest creak of the floorboard before the empty silence of a Slayer on the move.

Is it payback time? Tensing her muscles she warily scanned the darkness, peering into shadows to declare if they were friendly or foe. Reaching out with one hand she carefully pushed her bedroom door open, completely ready to fight her lover---if necessary.

Instead the only trace of Angelus to be found was the alluring scent of his spicy cologne.

Choosing to leave the light off Buffy cautiously walked in, a slight scowl on her face reflecting the confusion within. I know I felt him so where is he? Her hazel eyes soon fell upon the bed and the pile of gaily wrapped presents placed neatly in the center. Buffy’s hand crept up her throat, before the tips of her delicately painted fingers rested on parted lips. This isn’t what I expected.

Coming closer her eyes widened with growing amazement. These gifts were for her! Gingerly sitting on the bed she searched for some note or card to explain their existence. There was nothing at all. Sighing softly she ran her hand across a beautifully tied velvet bow adorning a flat, rectangular box. Should I open them? A mischievous light entered her eyes as she immediately answered, Who are you kidding? Of course you should! Like you’d toss them out.

Those last words soon had Buffy chewing her lip as she pondered why would Angelus send her gifts after tossing HIM out. What if there’s something disgusting in here? Or worse---deadly. He doesn’t know about my prophecy, at least I don’t think he does. What if this is some sick plot on his part to punish me, by killing me?

Immediately she put distance between herself and the bed, cautiously running her eyes over the potentially deadly gifts for anything obvious. What the hell is wrong with me? I’m taking the possibility of Angelus killing me with so much ease. Looking down in confusion she silently thought, I don’t know what we have here. I do know what we DON’T have and that’s trust. There’s no trust. Where there’s no trust there’s no relationship---

“You’re not opening them. Is it the wrapping you don’t like or is it me?”

Turning her head slightly Buffy could see Angelus standing by the closed window, hands loosely clasped and posture perfectly correct. Choosing not to face him she carelessly shrugged before softly sighing, “The wrapping’s beautiful.” It’s madness…what we do is insane. Yet, ending this would be like ripping out my heart and still walking. Impossible.

Deliberately he slowly walked forward, purposely allowing Buffy to hear each of his measured steps. Stopping a hairsbreadth away from his mistress Angelus leaned forward and solemnly whispered, “Then it’s me.”

Raising her chin Buffy stared blankly ahead. It’s you. It’s me. It’s the fact that I’m a fucking junkie for you. Already her body jumped to attention, tightening each silken muscle in treacherous anticipation of his sinful touch. Sometimes it hurts so much Angelus. But you don’ care… Her hazel eyes drifted shut when he lightly ran his hands down her arms before linking his long fingers with hers. “Are you still displeased with me?”

Somehow Buffy found the ability to humorlessly chuckle and say, “Displeased? Don’t you mean royally-pissed?” That’s right. It’s easier to fall back on this than what will never make sense.

Softly kissing the top of her sleep-disheveled head Angelus murmured, “Yes.”

Don’t do this to me. Don’t play the part of a better man. Don’t make me think it’s not just an act, but something real. She wanted to remain furious. She needed to know that for the first time, SHE had punished HIM. Not like that time last week---

Clenching her eyes shut Buffy’s stomach dropped with disgust, sorrowful from the memories graphically assaulting her mind. I don’t want to remember!

"You make me suck your cock, swallow your cum, and then you make me beg for it! You make me beg you to beat me! There! I can say it! It's true! I LIKED IT! I'm a whore for you Angelus! I'm a whore because I want more than this from you!"

'THWACK'

'THWACK'

'THWACK'

'THWACK'

"Nothing but a whore!"’

Loosening his fingers Angelus wrapped one arm around his lover’s tiny waist and crossed the other between her breasts, effectively cocooning Buffy within the immeasurable strength of his hold. “What’s wrong? I can hear your heart and it cries out in a river of pain.”

Feeling the sting of tears she huskily replied, “Since when do you speak with poetry?”

“Since my lover has blossomed with dark grace and shown me love’s true face.”

Drawing in a choked breath she questioningly breathed, “Angelus?” Oh Jesus, don’t be like this. If we do this at all, let’s go back to the way it was. Let’s go back to when you and I hated each other together. I’d rather have the empty lust than this.

“Ssh…ssh.” Gently turning Buffy around he solemnly reached out and wiped away the lone tear trailing down her smooth cheek. The mercurial vampire could read the confusion and subtle misery in her captivating hazel eyes, rejoicing that tonight he had been closer to his mistress than at any other time before. You’re so pretty when you cry. I can hear your heartbeat flutter my name.

Cradling her small hands within his much larger ones Angelus softly admitted, “I want to thank you.”

Shaking her head slightly she hoarsely asked, “Thank me? For what?” Don’t you fucking do this to me vamp!

Leaning down he pressed his mouth against hers, enjoying the delightful trembling of her lips. Their kiss was tender, wordlessly demonstrating his adoration of something unknown to her. He still held her hands in his before pulling back. An enigmatic lifted his lips as he murmured, “Thank you, my darling Slayer.”

Shallowly breathing Buffy’s heart broke with bitter happiness. When Angelus was kind like this, she felt as if she were soaring high above the earth, flung somewhere in the heavens, never to touch the ground and its misery again. He has so much power over me. God what the fuck have I become? He calls me Slayer as if it’s a name he’s given to his pet. But isn’t that what I am? His pet?

Ripping her hands away she struggled to keep her voice composed. He couldn’t know how she was suffering right now. It was better for him to think she was still pissed about his endearing Druscilla comment. Nearly growling she spat, “What the hell are you trying to pull Angelus? Trying to butter me up with pretty words and presents? I told you to get out, I MADE you get out, and you’re back!”

Turning away he gracefully walked into the shadows, melding until he stood half-in and half-out. Angelus’ darkly handsome face retained a hint of a smile while his eyes burned with secrets and glee. “You did, you did, and I am.”

Clenching her fists Buffy didn’t know what to make of the vampire’s mood. Abruptly her frustrated anger melted away. Giving him her back she studied the lovely pile of presents once more. Softly she asked, “Back then, what did you mean by being my master?”

Several moments of silence dragged by, the air ripe with unspoken speculation.

“Stop it! I only said it because I wanted to know if there could be---”

“Be what?”

“Be something more!”

“Be something more? How can there ever be something more Buff? After all, you’re the Slayer and I’m just a vamp, isn’t that the right of it? I’m just a nasty vampire that you have to endure between your pure thighs, and given the chance you’d rather put a stake in my heart that keep me in yours.”

“Goddamn it! You know I love you! What more can you want from me?”

“Total acceptance! Total acceptance as your lover and master!”

“Master?”

“That’s right Buff: Master. That’s what I desire to be to you.”

“I’m not a piece of property.”

“If that’s the only way you can see it, then there’s nothing left to say.”

Slowly his somber voice floated through the darkness. “Do you remember how I’ve told you not to hold anything back from me?”

Still staring at the sapphire and ice blue wrapping paper Buffy nodded her head. “Yes.”

“Why do you think I did?”

Humorlessly smiling she immediately replied, “Because you’re selfish.”

An amused chuckle slipped from his pale lips as he shifted against the wall, the creaking of leather so familiar to Buffy’s ears that she knew she’d never forget it. Why do I even fight myself like this?

“You’re right Baby---I am selfish. I’m also domineering, manic, slightly insane, calculating, and cruel.”

The silence was expectant. Not trusting herself to turn around Buffy shrugged her shoulders and flippantly answered, “No argument here.”

Pushing off the wall he came forward on graceful feet. Circling her he softly continued with, “But I’m also capable of passion, attentiveness, generosity, and kindness.” As expected, her head shot up in disbelief. “Yes Buff, you heard me. Kindness.”

“Forgive my shock Angelus, but kindness is not a word I’d apply to you.”

Standing next to her he quietly murmured, “But in my dealings with you I have been kind. I’ve not hurt a single hair on any of those you hold dear to your heart. I’ve sought to ensure you’ve found pleasure in my bed. I’ve never forbidden you to abandon your calling. I’ve kept our liaison a secret from everyone in your life because of you.”

Reaching down to lift a small gold and white box from the bed he silently held it out. It was obvious to Buffy that her acceptance of the gift would be an acceptance of his words. Staring at his pale hand she whispered, “Angelus…what are we?”

“We’re us.”

“Please tell me.” Lifting her haunted hazel eyes to his she unashamedly asked, “No lies. No manipulations. Please just tell me---what are we?”

Still holding the offering in hand he quietly replied, “What do you want me to say Buffy?”

His use of her name sent a jolt of longing through Buffy. The times he said it was so rare and usually so significant to the moment. Sighing deeply she answered, “I want you to tell me if---if---anything’s changed for you.” I want to know if you can ever love me. I want to know if it’s even possible. Silently her true question lay dead on her tongue, the courage needed to speak it deserting her.

Reading her emotions clearly Angelus knew what his mistress was really asking. “I’m a demon. You’re a Slayer.”

Clenching her eyes shut Buffy’s shuddered as it came down to that basic difference. Her job was to kill him. Not love him. Not tolerate him. Kill. Him.

His nature was to drain her of every drop of blood. Not fuck her. Not love her. Drain. Her.

“And yet here we are.”

Slowly opening her eyes she lifted her wounded gaze up to his. He couldn’t love her. And yet he had saved her life twice. He hadn’t hurt her friends or family. He never tried to keep her from slaying. He hadn’t sent any anonymous letters to Giles bragging about his sexual conquest of her.

And he had brought Heaven down to her with his body.

“Here we are,” she softly whispered. He hasn’t answered me directly, but then again, maybe this is his way. Reaching out with one small hand Buffy accepted the lightweight box. Glancing up at him she noted how his face was expressionless, but his eyes were hooded. Peering through the blank façade she could see how intently he watched her, waiting for her reaction.

Carefully untying the gold satin ribbon she lifted the lid up and saw another smaller white box inside. Looking up at her silent vampire she said, “It’s a jewelry box.”

Angelus chose to remain silent, not really needing to comment on the obvious.

Turning her attention back to the gift in hand Buffy felt her heart begin to beat faster. Lifting the velvet container out she opened it with hushed anticipation. Inside nestled against a luxurious pile of silk lay a pair of princess-cut sapphire earrings. Delicately running a fingertip over the cool, jeweled surface she sighed in delight and appreciation.

Looking up at him with a brilliant smile she exclaimed, “Oh Angelus, they’re so beautiful!”

One corner of his mouth quirked, almost in his trademark smirk but not quite. “These are for us.” Meeting her slightly confused frown he clarified, “For when we’re together. But not for anyone else to see.”

Looking back down Buffy felt a bit of sadness come in and sully her joy. For the first time she wished she could let the world outside know what she felt for him. She wished she could be with him anywhere and not hide who he was to her. Wryly smiling Buffy acknowledged her wishes were futile and impossible to explain to anyone, including herself.

Seeking to banish her darker feelings she abruptly threw her arms about Angelus and buried her face against his chest. Still clutching the box tightly she breathed, “Thank you!”

Tilting her chin up he murmured, “It can be like this always.”

Quietly she stood there, curious as to where he would take her. Dimly she knew where this was heading and she knew was ready for it. Not because of his gifts, but because she was ready to stop fighting herself. Intently she listened to the dark poetry he began pouring over her soul.

Tracing the curve of her cheek he fervently declared, “I’d love to spoil you, to lay whatever you wish at your feet. I can do this for you…”

But what’s the price? What part of myself do I have sell to you?

Stepping back from her he once more melted into the shadows. “Put the box back with the others.”

Hesitating for only a moment Buffy eased towards the bed and gently put her earrings down with the other wrapped gifts. Turning back towards the voice in the darkness she silently awaited.

“It’s so easy to let go lover. Did you know that? Once you let go of yourself, that’s when you find out who you really are.”

“Let go…”

“That’s right darling. Letting go of all responsibility, guilt, and inhibitions. To shed yourself of that distasteful burden would give you freedom beyond compare.”

Closing her fists Buffy felt her palms become sweaty while her veins became flooded with nervous excitement.

“I’m going to be kind to you Buffy. I’m going to give you a choice. Are you ready?”

“Yes.” Her one word was hardly more than a husky whisper, but Angelus heard it as clearly as if she had sauntered to him and spoken it sweetly against his ear.

“You can be free. You can have the freedom of allowing me to take all the burdens from your shoulders onto mine when we’re alone. I can show you another world where this life does not exist. I can let you feel on a level that we haven’t even touched yet. I can do this for you lover, but only if you accept it and me completely.”

Several seconds drifted by in silence, the air pregnant with the next turn of Buffy’s life. “As lover and master?”

A tiny smile flitted across his face. “Lover and master.” Loosely clasping his hands together Angelus continued with, “If you don’t want this, understand that I will never bring it up again. We will continue as we were before. But also understand that what we are will stay where we are.”

Lifting her head up Buffy stared Angelus straight in the eyes and answered, “I want to try this.”

He immediately uttered a “tsking” sound. “There is no trial period involved Buff. You’re either all the way in or not at all.” Answering her unspoken question he explained, “As long as you feel you have a way out, you won’t allow yourself to commit fully. You’ll fight what you don’t understand and dismiss the lesson completely.”

“Lesson?”

“Yes, lesson. I’ll be teaching you a new way of life.” As I have been. “One you don’t find out about through books or porn. At least not completely.” Even through the darkness Buffy could see his hands lift in the air slightly, emphasizing what his words. “In order to learn this world you have to give over to it completely.”

She dropped her gaze briefly, debating on the wisdom of this course. No! She wasn’t going to be afraid of her emotions, not about him. “Alright. I want in completely.” I want to see life through your eyes lover. I want to taste another side of you. I want the freedom that comes with loving you completely.

“There’s no going back from here on out.” He allowed the weight of that statement sink in before he softly stated, “Last chance Buff.”

“Show me.”

A wide smile slowly grew upon his flawless face. “Get down on your knees.”

Meeting his gaze with her own determined one Buffy sank down, distantly feeling the coldness of the floor seep through the thin material of her pajamas.

“Good. Now I want you to crawl to me on your pretty hands and knees.”

Swallowing thickly Buffy felt the struggle of her sane and rational self. It shouted, “What are you THINKING?! If you do this you’re setting back the Women’s Movement, plus being a horrible Slayer! No self-respecting woman would do this!”

Shut-up. You don’t understand. I WANT to do this. So shut-up.

Easing forward she placed her hands down, still refusing to break contact with the shadows that held Angelus. Slowly she made her way across the small space, noting it was uncomfortable to crawl, but nowhere near to being painful.

Each combined step forward numbed her mind to all outside thoughts. The time, school, Giles, Willow, Xander---it all faded away. Only the sight of Angelus’ long, leather-clad legs kept her focus. Soon she reached him and without being told she brushed her lips against his knee.

Squatting down Angelus softly whispered, “Very good darling. Very good.” Without giving her a chance to reply he hungrily kissed her mouth, darting his tongue inside the warm cavern of his mistress’ kiss. It made him so fucking hard to watch her crawl for him. He could’ve easily ripped her clothes off and took her on the floor, but he had held his hungers in check. I must retain control in order to guide her. I won’t be a sloppy master to my little Slayer.

Crawling onto his lap Buffy dug her fingers into his shoulders, delightfully mewling against his mouth. He was right---she hadn’t felt this free in so long. Once she put her pride aside and accepted what she wanted, it was liberating. There were no walls and no lies to hide behind.

THIS was what was real.

Suddenly time came rushing back to her, callously puncturing a hole in her sphere of newfound joy. I don’t have much time left. The clock is ticking. Without thought she whimpered against his mouth, “I’m going to miss you so much.”

Stilling he abruptly pulled away and demanded, “What did you say?”

Panting with need she attempted to kiss once more before being sharply slapped on the bottom. “When I ask you a question, you will answer it honestly and quickly.” Satisfied she understood Angelus asked again, “What did you mean by that?”

Staring into his hard face Buffy instantly thought, Maybe now’s the time to tell him. Maybe he can even help me fight this. The words were stuck in her mouth, almost ready to spill when she remembered Giles. Angelus might go to him over this. And if Giles finds out what I’ve been doing, he’d be crushed. Not only would he see it as a betrayal to him, but he’d also blame himself. Even though I made the choice, he’d see it as his mistake. I can’t do that.

Knowing Angelus hated her lying to him, Buffy found a way to be honest without being completely so. “Eventually it’s going to end.”

What the fuck?! Boring his dark eyes into hers he emotionlessly asked, “Why?”

Looking away she quietly answered, “Because I’m going to die. Slayers don’t last long and my time will be coming.” Soon.

A tear rolled down her face, instantly catching his attention. Morbidly he watched it slide down her smooth cheek, it’s mere existence proof that she was indeed alive. Vampires can’t cry, but she can---for now.

Something inside Angelus exploded upon thinking those words. Shoving Buffy to the ground he clenched his hands in her sleep-shirt and cleanly ripped it off her body. He ruthlessly ignored the fear clouding her eyes while he continued his task, knowing it had nothing to do with his actions but rather her words. Within seconds Angelus had her completely naked and bare to his dangerous gaze.

Leaning up against her elbows she almost demanded, “What do you think you’re doing?” Instead Buffy immediately froze in transfixed fascination as he pinned her with his feral golden gaze. Without a word Angels pressed his face between her legs and began to quickly lick the warm flesh, apparently not with the intention of bringing her to orgasm.

Sighing in pleasure Buffy relaxed her legs, allowing them to fall limply to the sides. I didn’t tell him. I didn’t tell him I only have weeks left. Although she tried to stop her tears they steadily kept flowing, bathing her skin with a salty reminder of what was to come.

Ignorant to her thoughts Angelus concentrated on the sweet flesh eagerly meeting his tongue and lips. Reaching down he freed himself from the confines of the tight leather. His cock was already rigid and thick, ready to sink into Buffy’s willing body. Once she was wet enough he steadied himself above her and growled, “Put me in.”

With a trembling hand she wrapped her fingers around his cool length and tilted her hips up. Placing the tip of him against her, she sighed in instant gratification at the sensation of Angelus entering her.

And still the tears kept flowing…

Clenching his jaw tight he almost groaned out loud at the feeling of Buffy’s silken pussy closing around him. Beginning a slow, steady rhythm he watched every nuance of her pleasure-filled face. He watched as her brow furrowed and her mouth opened slightly, small pants of air reaching out and delicately brushing against his chest.

Arching up Buffy drew her legs up around his hips. Wrapping her hands around his wrists she looked down and watched in erotic fascination at the picture they were making. Her curls were dark with his mouth and her desire, while his thick shaft glistened wetly from them both. Fixated her eyes grew heavy from the increasing delicious friction centered where they were joined, but she refused to close them. Buffy needed to see this, it was the most important sight in the world to her.

Even though her view was blurry most of the time, she kept watching…

The constant tears streaming down her face angered Angelus, proving the truth of her words to him. No goddamnit! I decide when and if she dies, not her fucking calling. Me!

Laying down on her Angelus rearranged Buffy’s arms so that they were above her head. His fingers gently dug into the soft flesh of her wrists as his mouth swooped down to kiss hers. Thrusting his tongue deep the way she liked it he was immediately rewarded with her groan of delight.

But even still he could feel the hot splash of tears against his cool flesh…

“Stop crying,” he growled, the words muffled between their lips. Latching his mouth against her neck Angelus expertly kissed and nibbled the smooth skin, determined that her passion would overpower her grief. He could feel her arms arch against his hand, her wrists writhing with the desire to be free.

“Please Angelus…let me touch you…please!”

His smile was filled with lust and hunger at the sound of her pained voice. Buffy could be free if she wished it, but instead she begged him to release her.

Even through her tears of misery she begged him…

Releasing her hands he dragged her up until they were both sitting up on their knees. Draped across him Buffy moaned aloud at the sensation of Angelus sinking deeper. Starting a rocking motion she quickly sank up and down on him, embracing his broad back while he dug his fingers into her hips. The leather felt cold because of his cool body, reminding Buffy of what she would soon feel like.

A sob broke free from her, before she could clench her mouth shut.

Firmly cupping her cheeks with his palms Angelus forced her to look at him. Through the tears she could see his expression barely contained the fury lurking beneath. Bringing his mouth to hers he gravelly commanded, “Stop fucking crying!” The harshness of his words belied the gentleness of his lips, as he softly tasted her trembling mouth.

Despite his words the tears kept flowing…

Buffy’s hands gripped the collar of his duster before running her hands across his shoulders. Pushing down the leather she desperately needed to feel his naked skin against hers. Sliding it off halfway she then ripped open his shirt, the “ping” of several buttons hitting the floor nearly indiscernible amidst the pants and growls of their combined passion.

Raking her fingers across his flawless chest Buffy ducked her head to place several kisses across his skin only to be stopped by Angelus. Pulling back from his intoxicating kiss she moaned, “Please…”

How can I resist that one word from you? His hungered eyes briefly dropped from hers before he released his hold of her face and instead ran his hand up to her head. Clenching his long fingers in her soft hair he groaned at the sensation of her small mouth traveling across his neck and shoulder. His hips worked against hers, thrusting faster and faster until he could feel the delicate trembling within Buffy, signaling her release was approaching.

And yet her damnable tears still poured forth, coating the skin over his dead heart…

Pulling her head back Angelus stared into her eyes, seeking to look down into her soul. She never cried like this before. The grief she was expressing was beyond the petty cruelties he had baited her with in the past. It was far more complex than the night he had defiled her. It was different from the pain of Dru. This was deeper.

Peering into the battered hazel orbs he could see the hopeless inevitability crowding in on her present lust. No matter how hard he tried to reach into her emotions, he couldn’t connect. Their bond was useless, stubbornly keeping her from him. Sliding his hands around her face again Angelus growled in frustration, “Why won’t you stop crying,” never ceasing his deep thrusts.

Instead of answering him Buffy settled her hands around his neck and let her head fall back. She couldn’t halt the tears seeping from beneath her tightly closed lids, just as she couldn’t stop the sadness permeating her every breath. I don’t want to die. I don’t! Grinding her hips against him she clung to the growing spark igniting below. Biting her lip she chased after instant carnal gratification, needing to hold earthly pleasures close to heart before it stopped beating.

Staring down at the lovely line of her exposed neck Angelus suppressed the ruthless hunger demanding he partake of their crimson feast. Not now. Not like this. He could sense Buffy was getting close by the concentrated movements of her hips, and so he bent down to roughly bite a hardened nipple to bring her across. A muffled shriek quickly echoed in his ears before he heard her sweetly rasping voice.

“Angelus! Yes, oh yes! Oh…yeah.”

Releasing her hair he waited until she bonelessly collapsed against him, her soft body obviously satiated from their passion. Wrapping his arms tightly about her small frame, he roughly brought Buffy down against his upward thrusts. Within seconds he heard his lover’s small moans of passion fill the air as her hands clenched themselves in his torn shirt.

But instead of her tears stopping they became full-fledged sobs…

Biting her lips to stifle her crying Buffy’s thoughts revolved around one sentence: I don’t want to die. I don’t this to end! Not before I get a chance to make this right! Even as her heart mourned death, her womb pulsed with the possibility of life, not knowing that Angelus’ seed was as dead as her body would be.

Why am I thinking about this now?! I don’t want to think about it!

Feeling the familiar burn Buffy clenched her thighs around his, seeking to create even more friction and pressure.

“Smile for me Baby. Stop crying and smile for me.” The words, though sweet, were barked into her ear. Despite her own misery she could hear frustration, confusion, and something else in his voice. Looking up at him through her tears she made a pathetic attempt, yet it only looked like a broken, watery grimace.

I’ve never fucking seen her like this! I don’t FUCKING like it! Bringing his mouth to hers he harshly whispered, “Don’t cry over something so stupid Buff. I’m not going to let you die as a Slayer!”

A bittersweet motion lifted her lips as she gasped, “There’s nothing you can do---”

“Bullshit!” Driving into her with demonic force Angelus centered his helplessness into his cock, knowing this was something he could control. I can still control her. I can still control her world. Nothing is going to take her from me. If she dies it will be by me, not anyone else.

Dropping her head against his neck Buffy mewled with equal parts passion and devastation. I can’t keep it inside me. I have to tell. I’ll figure out a way to keep it from Giles, but I can’t carry this anymore. “You don’t understand, I know it’s going to happen---”

Sharply yanking her head back Angelus’ face shifted, leaving Buffy to see him at his most primal state. “Shut up! Shut the fuck up!”

Instinctively Buffy pushed away from him, disturbed by the murderous rage pulsing in his eyes. “Angelus, you don’t understand---”

Ignoring her he ruthlessly spat, “The hell I don’t understand! You’re my goddamned whore and that’s the way it fucking is! Did I already prove it two nights ago in L.A.? You belong to ME first, not to THEM!” Before she could utter another sound Angelus sank his sharp teeth into her neck.

The world exploded leaving Buffy and her lover as the only two occupants. The euphoric rush hit both of them at the same time, as their bodies suffered the exquisite death of intimate release. She could feel her blood rush out and meet Angelus’ lips and tongue, even as she could feel his cold seed burst forth and coat her insides with his mark.

Coming down by degrees she dimly registered that her eyes still wept salty tears, although their fall was diminishing. Settling against him Buffy could feel Angelus flex once inside her and then still his body. He called me his whore---definitely not romantic---but everything else…I don’t know.

Reaching down with one finger Angelus gently tipped her chin back, coaxing her to look up into his dark gaze. Instantly she saw his continence revert back to the eternally handsome façade of humanity. Wiping the moisture from her face Angelus coldly stated, “We’re in this together now. You’ve belonged to me from the beginning, but now…” Abruptly he let his words trail away, leaving Buffy curious.

“Now what?”

After another moment of heavy silence he finished with, “Now you’ve accepted me as your Master. Have you not?”

Slowly nodding her head Buffy’s mind reeled with what her acceptance could possibly mean, but whatever it was, she had committed to it. As long as it only affects me, I don’t care. I want his love. I want to show him mine. I want it to be more than it is now. And I know it can be.

“Now you’re mine Buffy---body and soul. And what I have, I keep.”

The supreme confidence in his voice made her smile, albeit sadly. “By me agreeing with this, what does that make me? A slave? A thing? What?”

You should’ve asked before Buff, because it makes you all those things. That and so much more. Brushing back a wayward lock of blonde hair Angelus softly answered, “It makes you free, Slayer. Free from yourself and free from the world.”

Even so I’m a possession and things are made to be broken. Leaning into his hand Buffy whispered in return, “I want to make you understand---”

“If this is about you dying I believe I’ve already told you to shut-up about it. Nothing is going to kill you. I’m here now and while Angel may have been a pussy and let you walk to your fucking doom, I’m not fucking him! Got it?”

Sadly she nodded her head, knowing that in this too she would have to keep it a secret. Whereas before she would’ve shared it with him, now she understood Angelus didn’t want to hear about her demise. Why? Is this because he cares?

Finally the tears stopped, retreating to a time when they could fall freely once more…

Taking a deep, cleansing breath Buffy wiped her eyes and sniffled once before brilliantly smiling. He might not admit it yet, but I know it’s because he cares. If he didn’t he wouldn’t be so furious. If he didn’t care he would’ve left me in L.A. But he didn’t.

“That’s better,” Angelus stated gruffly, clutching Buffy tightly against his body.

Nuzzling her lips against his neck she sleepily murmured, “Glad you approve.” Before she drifted off she abruptly sat up and asked, “Does this mean I have to call you Master and stuff?”

Smirking down at her he answered, “Every now and then.”

An impish smile twisted her mouth as she then asked, “Do I get to be Master sometimes? Or would that be Mistress?”

Lazily tracing his fingers across her back he let out a short bark of laughter. “Ha! Dream on sweetie.”

Somehow I’m not surprised. Leaning her head against his chest she pouted, “That’s hardly fair.”

Arrogantly he snorted, “Since when am I fair?” Easily lifting her up Angelus walked towards the bed and carefully placed her under the warm comforter and sheets.

Snuggling further Buffy remembered the prettily wrapped gifts still on the bed. “What about my presents?”

“They’ll still be here after school.” Picking them up he walked towards her closet and hid them within.

Tiredly blinking she softly mentioned, “Don’t you want me to open them now?”

Originally he had, but now he needed time to think. While he’d rather be stripped of all his flesh and staked out in the sun before he’d admit it, the truth was that Buffy’s fears disturbed something deep inside of himself. “If I did, you would be. Now go to sleep.”

She yawned widely before impishly smiling, “Yes Master.” Things are definitely changing between us. If he said that to me two weeks ago my feelings would’ve been hurt and I’d probably be calling him an asshole. And now…well…it’s different.

Sitting next to her Angelus ruffled her hair before saying, “Brat.”

There was no heat in his word and to Buffy’s ears it was like he called her sweetheart. “Bully.”

“Bitch.”

Softly chuckling she sighed, “I love you.”

But why? Why would you love me? Staring down into her beautiful face Angelus attempted to put a name to his unease. Was it fear? Bullshit! I fear nothing. Closing his eyes in sudden weariness he was tempted to lay his body next to hers and fall into sleep. No I can’t stay here with her. I need distance to figure this out.

Before she drifted off into sleep she heard him shift in the bed before complaining, “Well there goes another pair of pants.”

Keeping her eyes closed she mumbled, “What do you mean?”

In a disgruntled voice he answered, “There’s pussy juice all over my crotch.”

Wrapping her arms around the pillow beneath her head she tiredly stated, “You could’ve pulled them down further, but you didn’t. Besides, leather isn’t that delicate. Why else do you wear them?”

Squeezing her shoulder slightly, Angelus’ mouth lifted in a smirk. “Go to sleep lover.”

“Already there.” Breathing evenly she lay there silently, apparently off in Sleep’s grasp.

Standing up Angelus stood by her bedside for a minute before turning away. Reaching the door he heard her softly ask, “Why did you come by to thank me? What did I do?”

Glancing back at her over his shoulder he immediately thought, I’m not sure anymore. Shelving his uncertainty away he arrogantly answered, “Maybe I’ll tell you another time. Now go to sleep!”

The quiet sounds of Buffy’s breathing met him, signifying that she was already there.

Little girl, how things have evolved between you and I. But how will it end? Will it end with a smile of Life…or Death?

And with that final thought Angelus soundlessly walked out the door and out into the night.

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