EXPLANATION-This is my anti-Purest Love fic. It's not really serious, and *not* realistic, I just wanted to vent my frustrations into a fic. You probably won't like it, but this is just me being experimental so no flames please if you think I'm too hard on Buffy or making Angel too evil. In this fic our fave lovers are at very serious odds. This is their relationship at their evillest (without Angelus), and I'm only stating this cos it's very different from my previous fics, and may get you thinking I don't believe in their true love or something. I do, they are meant to be together, but after seeing Sanctuary for the first time Sunday, I realised that Buffy has turned into such a bitch, and I for one miss how she was. Hence this fic!
DISCLAIMER- Don't own SPOILERS- Only up to Sanctuary
TIMEZONE- Straight after that episode
RATING- Definitely R
FEEDBACK- If I'm not fed, I won't continue, your choice!
SUMMARY- Angel decides that this new Buffy is not an improvement, so attempts to change her back against her will. Better get the chains out…

Prologue

*I have someone in my life now*

*You know what makes it new?*

*He's someone that I can trust*

*That I love*

*You've moved on. I can't, remember?*

*Don't come here with your new life and expect me to be happy about it*

*GO HOME*

***

As Buffy disappeared down the steps, Wesley revealed himself from his corner. Angel kept his face to the wall, fuming.

"Do you want to go after her?" he asked in a concerned voice.

Angel's frown suddenly dissipated and turned into a grin.

"Yes. Yes I do."

Part One

Angel picked up his overnight bag and threw some clothes and useful items into it. He picked up a framed picture of Buffy and added it to the pile, searching the bathroom for his hairgel and- well, where else would he keep his tranquilliser, with Faith in the house?

He opened the bathroom cabinet and picked up the syringe filled with yellow oil. He stroked the tip, sickening memories of Angelus returning to his mind. Could he really do this?

Angel thought of Buffy's bitchy attitude and became resolved. Yes he could.

"Boss?"

He turned, surprised, stuffing the tranquilliser in the back pocket of his leather jeans. Wesley stood by the door with a suspicious face on.

"What?" Angel asked. Did he know?

"Going away?" was the reply.

Close call. Angel rubbed his sweating brow- leather was known to get him hot- and walked to the bed, nearly sitting down before realising where the tranquilliser was, and so stopped and zipped his bag up from the standing position instead.

"I'm going away. Need to sort my head out" he mumbled, grabbing his coat.

"But what about your calling?" Wesley asked.

"Cordelia's on holiday, without her visions I'd be fighting blind. Besides, the whole Faith thing…"

"You mean Buffy?"

Angel sharply looked up.

"No, well yeah, but our relationship is one big angst, I don't expect anything else from her visits now. No, I meant Faith. It was tough, and god it cut close to home. I need time to sort my head out."

*I'm sorry. I can't be in your club. I've never killed a person.*

Wesley nodded. He understood.

"Besides" Angel threw back "Don't you deserve a rest too? You've been horrifically tortured."

That settled it.

"Sure. Go, just don't stay away too long." Wesley smiled, looking forward to a relaxing weekend himself. Faith had drained them all, he hadn't looked forward to more fighting.

Angel headed to the door. He had to be quick. It was almost sunrise.

"I'll take my mobile with me if anything important crops up. Ring me" He shouted, before racing to the door.

He didn't think about what he was offering, his mind was elsewhere. He had less than three hours to fin

Buffy and get inside before the sun came up.

He'd better hurry.

***

Buffy angrily sat on the bus stop seat fuming at Angel, herself, Faith and Riley. How did things get so complicated? She did feel regret for what she had said, but she didn't let herself be beaten up by it- Angel was of the past. He'd left her. She was allowed to still be pissed off with him.

Suddenly, a car drew up beside her. She glanced at the driver, surprised, but then returned to her angry riff and continued waiting for the bus.

"Buffy, get in."

"No. why are you here? Thought you'd escort me out of *your* city yourself? Scared I might stick around and kill some bad people? Actually do my job?"

Angel got out of his car and walked over to her.

"I came here because I miss you" he slurred, reaching up his left hand and stroking her ear.

"Angel, are you drunk? Get off me"

It was all too quick for Buffy. The arrival. The drunk act. The hand on her neck. The stroking. But she felt it. She felt the needle clip her. Yet it was too late. Her eyes turned numb, and she started to fall.

She fell cursing his name.

Angel held onto her still body and lifted her into his arms. He realised that by doing this she'd hate him forever, but maybe he could save her before she became stuck as that bitch. She had changed. And he was the one to bring the real Buffy back.

***

The darkness filtered into white light, as Buffy opened her tired eyes and looked around her, wondering where she was. She wasn't scared, so she couldn't have been kidnapped. And she couldn't have been dead, as her neck was in a lot of pain. Had she been bitten? She lifted her hand to her neck. No. Unless it was the tiniest vampire in history. It was a syringe mark.

Welcome *now* to the fear. She bolted upright from the floor, scared, frightened, terrified. Unfortunately, the chains restraining her arms made it difficult for her to move. Chains. Angel's mansion. Angel…

"Hello, lover".

Angel walked in and glided over to the crumpled body.

"You come near me, and I'll kill you." Buffy hissed.

Angel chewed that thought in his head, then shrugged. "I think you'll find it hard to actually do anything, Buffy. Those chains withheld even Faith, and, from personal experience, she is a better fighter than you are. She'd have better luck escaping and delivering her word"

Buffy glared at him. "Maybe she'd have better luck because she wasn't so emotionally involved as I was."

Angel accepted that remark.

"Ah, but Faith does have a rugged style which makes her deadlier."

"Can we stop with the chit-chat about your psychotic girlfriend, and explain why I'm your prisoner?"

Angel stepped closer, and Buffy shook the chains hard, trying to escape.

"You want me to tell you why I kidnapped you?" Angel asked, face centimetres from Buffys.

"Buffy spat in his face. "Yes."

Angel paused and rubbed his eyes with his sleeve.

"Gee, that's a bit harsh." He said in a hurt-little-boy tone.

Buffy eyes looked set for a repeat performance, because he changed tactics and continued without any more mocking.

"Because you're a bitch" he said

"What?!" Buffy couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Your entire attitude, this vendetta against Faith, your words to me. You need to be taught a lesson"

Buffy stared at him, realising he meant what he was saying. She laughed.

"You're jealous!" she said triumphantly. "It worked! God, if I knew my backhand comment about Riley would resort you to this, I'd have said more- get you stewing in juices. Well, Angel, it is good to know that despite everything, I actually do have control over you. I was never sure…"

Angel smirked as she said this, and added his own laugh to the mix. He had years of practice with mind games, and knew the best ways to get Buffy sweating.

He knew how to do that when they were in a relationship, too.

Buffy soon trailed off, unnerved by his agreeing tone. She sat and processed what had happened. He thought she was a bitch. Why? Of all people, he was the least inclined to judge.

Buffy managed to whisper her reply. "You think I'm a bitch for seeing my once upon a time soul mate defending my enemy and getting angry? Because I was hurt you picked her over me? I'm a bitch because I wanted revenge after what she did? The things I said? What I said, I said because I wanted to hurt you out of pain, it doesn't mean I have had a personality overhaul. I'm still Buffy"

"Not my Buffy"

"Yeah, well your Buffy was dead when you walked out on her. Doesn't mean the rest of her doesn't still exist"

"But the rest of her is a selfish bitch who only cares about herself"

"You think you can tell after meeting me once?"

"Yes."

Buffy sighed and leant her head on the cold wall, chains rattling as she did so. Angel walked away and sat on the opposite table.

"Here's the plan. If you can prove to me you haven't turned into someone bad, I'll let you go."

"At which point I'll break you into pieces…" Buffy muttered seriously

"If you can't, you stay here until I rehabilitate you into the girl you once was. Or into someone who isn't so warped"

"Maybe I like being a bitch"

"Is that a confession?"

Buffy's eyes darted up to his. "No."

Angel dropped a blanket on her. He snuffed out his lamp, and the room turned to darkness, despite it being day. Curtains come in quite useful for vampires.

"Get some sleep, lover. You're going to need it over the next few days."

He walked away, feeling her eyes burning into his back, as chains creaked and groaned. He wondered again if he was right to do this, then realised her attitude would get her down Faith's path very fast. Buffy needed to return to normal, shake off this bad-ass 'I'm perfect' kick. Through this act, he'd lost her love forever, but perhaps if he succeeded in returning her to Buffy, she might accept herself. What she was now was an act, a shield, which would only lead to loneliness and trouble. It wasn't permanent. He hoped.

Part Two

Buffy sat in the darkly covered hall with a grimace still on her face. Long chains- which were hooked to the ceiling- tightly restrained her hands, and her feet were bound together with more, but there they were sealed with a smaller padlock. If she wriggled enough, she might be able to stand up, but she was likely to fall back down again, which she feared would wake the beast up in the bedroom. Buffy wanted to laugh ironically, thinking that this was the kind of situation she never thought would happen with Angel. Bondage was never really part of their 'pure' relationship.

Did he really think she'd fall asleep after being kidnapped against her will? No, Angel may have been slick with this operation but he was deluded if he thought she was going to behave like a good little girl. She was going to cause disruption. She was going to get him back. He may have been the one suppressing her, but as soon as she was free, she was going to give him something to think about on his trip to dust-land. Buffy was all about control.

Control didn't mean having her ex boytoy kidnap her to teach her the errors of her ways.

She tensed up her all muscles, and tried to break free again. She grunted with the pressure… the clicking noises whistling through the pitch black mansion, her teeth nearly being gnawed away, her back straining with the pain.

"Faith must be made of iron" Buffy sighed, giving up. She resigned herself to the fact that she wasn't going anywhere fast.

*

She had been so pent up on her escape that Buffy never felt Angel's lingering presence in the hall. He sat, brooding, behind the sofa, and his ears pricked when he heard Buffy struggling. It felt… strange. Warm. Sweaty. To know she was only metres away, writhing around, trying to free herself from the restraints he himself had forced her into.

*All our time together and we never tried chains*

He knew he was insane for doing this. He was supposed to be this knight in white armour, yet the more he thought about it, Angel realised he had kidnapped Buffy in some sort of sexual response to her evilness the night before. And if that was the case, he was being selfish.

*Forget it* A voice shrugged in his head. *It doesn't matter. What does is you change her back into the kinder version of Buffy, so grab some focus*

Resolved, Angel decided that if he was going to hate every minute of Buffy in chains, he was going to make the most of it.

He silently walked to her.

"Wakey wakey, lover" he said sweetly, kneeling down and accidentally putting his hand on her thigh rather than the floor. Obviously he couldn't move it, it'd show he wasn't in control, so Angel kept it there and watched as Buffy recoiled into herself from the intrusive touch.

"Now starts the fun, huh, Angel?" Buffy replied, losing sensation in her left leg. She prayed he'd move his hand soon, but her tenseness seemed to make him grip tighter.

Angel nodded. "Lets talk. Get to know what's going on in your life"

"No." Buffy said stubbornly.

"No?" Angel repeated.

"You heard. You can't make me do anything I don't want to."

Angel looked into her eyes- his plunging ocean drops contrasting with Buffy's fiery pokers. She was provoking him, acting bad on purpose.

"Fine, I can't make you, but I can keep you here until you do what I say"

"My friends will find me- or you- before then"

Angel laughed, stroking his hand absently down Buffy's leg to her shoes. She breathed deeply. Angel trailed the hand away from her foot, and abruptly stood up, voice becoming deadly serious.

"No they won't. You're stuck here Buffy."

Buffy turned her face away, and stared out into the darkness. She wasn't going to play.

Not that Angel hadn't been prepared for non participation.

He picked up a silk handkerchief from the table. He had specifically chosen it for this 'experiment'. Angel folded it twice, creating a gag. He walked over to Buffy and gently pulled her hair forwards. Then he tied the lengths of the handkerchief together behind her neck in a small knot, pulling the gag into place across Buffy's mouth. She tried to scream obscenities, but only a gasping noise came out, the silk withholding her voice as much as the chains withheld her body.

Angel began to pace the hall.

"That's okay. You don't want to talk. I understand that, jeez, I even respect that. So you're going to have to listen for a while. You remember what it's like to actually listen to other people?"

He looked at her, empathising the point.

"Cordelia says that Willow has recently realised she's gay, been seeing another Wicca, uh Tara is it? Cordelia hasn't always been too specific, so I could be wrong"

Buffy nodded quietly in her corner.

"So... as Willow's your best friend, how long did it take for you to realise this fact? Are we talking weeks or months?"

Buffy closed her eyes and sighed.

"I mean.." Angel continued, happy with how this was heading ".. there must have been clues, right? Spending so much time together? That's what a best friend is for. It isn't like she was forced to tell you or anything? Because Oz came back? Maybe she thought you'd realise?"

Ouch. He'd hit a sore spot.

Buffy started trying to escape her chains again, kicking her legs back, pulling against the iron, violently attempting to break her bonds.

"What about Xander? How is his life? What job does he do now? Are him and Anya even still dating?"

Buffy was coming towards the limit. If her arm was free she would have clawed his eyes out with one swipe. She managed to stand up, shaky because she could only hop. She thrust herself again and again against the chains, trying to think like Faith and manage to break them from the ceiling.

"Is Giles coping well as an ex watcher? Does he have a job yet?" Angel continued, as calm as ice.

He waited until Buffy had ran out of energy, then grabbed her writhing body and thrust her back down onto the floor, slipping onto her as he did so.

"Do you even know?" he shouted, shaking her. "Do you even care?"

Her own words, used against her. Buffy lifted her left knee and managed to kick him in the groin. Angel groaned and rolled away. Buffy's eyes bulged in hatred, mouth choking against the gag where she attempted to scream.

"Because your whole attitude" Angel said squeakily, coughing to unsuccessfully try and return his voice to normal, "Is so different from how it was."

Buffy worked on her mouth and managed to teeth her gag off, already loose from all her exertion

"And you want me back to how I was? Me fawning over you every 20 minutes? Unlikely Angel. I've spent years saving others, sacrificing myself, I think its time I stop being the god damn Slayer 24/7 and return to being me. Buffy Summers."

"That's what I want too" Angel confided.

"No" Buffy said pointly "Not her. The one you never knew, the one who had her own society of people back in LA. The one that picked on the nerdy kids, lived by her own rules 'cos she was so damn pretty and popular. I'm going back to my roots, Angel, being the girl I grew up as. And if you can't deal, I suggest you just stand back and watch."

"So you're saying what we had was a phase? That when we kissed or made love or talked in the moonlight, that wasn't you but was just temporary pitstop before you became the snobbish bitch again?"

"Yeah" Buffy said, letting the words drip, "The real Buffy Summers was suppressed because she had a calling to perform, but now she realises that there isn't anything stopping her from returning to her true form again. I'm her, Angel. Spordelia. I'll always be her, I realised this when you left for LA."

Angel hit his hand against the wall. "You're twisted." He sighed.

Buffy smiled in glee.

Angel turned back to face her. "But you said you didn't want to be that girl again, you was scared of her"

"No, if you remember I was scared that I'd return that way when you were with me. Now that you're not, there's nothing to lose by becoming her again. In fact, I have everything to gain. I don't have to hear about my friends pathetic problems, I can have sex on tap, my slaying is wasting less of my time, everyone treats me as top priority and I have a human teddy bear that will jump into hell for me to prove his love- in fact he has."

She was referring to when Riley had saved her from falling into the hellmouth, but was well aware that the phrase had double meanings- Angel himself had gone to hell because of her too.

Angel watched her triumphant speech fade into a smirk, then clapped his hands. It echoed across the mansion.

"And I thought you actually cared about life, Ms. Summers. Well thank-you, I think you've proven my point. You've turned selfish Buffy, and no way will you blame it on me leaving Sunnydale. I guess you're happy with your life, as it sounds like it's a roller-coaster of fun."

"It is" Buffy sniped, shaking her chains in anger. "I don't get hurt anymore"

Suddenly, Angel's mobile phone began to ring, playing a waltzy type tune. He clipped it off his leather pants and stared at the small screen.

*WESLEY*

Oh great, what did he want?

"You gonna answer that?" Buffy asked sweetly.

In response, Angel grabbed her gag, reapplied it and harshly tightened the knot so it wouldn't come loose again. He then pressed 'accept' and stood metres by where Buffy irritably laid.

"Wesley?"

"Angel, bad news. Get to Sunnydale, now"

"Why? What's happened?"

"Buffy. She's gone missing."

Angel's drama skills kicked in, and he performed a lovely concerned ex lover act, right in front of Buffy's eyes.

"It's my fault, I told her to go, she must have…god…" Angel whimpered, smiling to Buffy as Wesley said something. Buffy raised her eyebrows.

"Sorry Wes, what did you say?"

"I said..." The demon hunter replied amicably in a distant voice, "that you shouldn't blame yourself. Buffy was out of line with what she said, and you didn't know she'd react this way."

"Oh no Wesley." Angel grinned, reaching down and stroking Buffy's hair. "I think it is my fault. Wherever Buffy is, I'm positive that I drove her there."

As Angel milked the phone call, Buffy stayed there, silently fuming. Payback was going to be a bitch. She knew Angel's weak spots like Angelus knew fine dining. Her. She was his weakness. And what was her biggest card right now? It was Riley. After all, it was that comment about Riley which ultimately brought them here. It was odd, Buffy was beginning to enjoy the idea of spending time with Angel.

*The bitch isn't going to go anywhere, my sweet.*

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