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 R O S E S W A T E R E D W I T H B L O O D S E R I E S B Y B R E P A R T O N E “... No, mate, you gotta keep her for just a couple of days... not that bloody long...” “Oh, yeah... like the last one, right?” “Oh, for fuck sakes, man! This is a completely different situation and you know it!” “Spike...” “I don’t want her dead, but I don’t want her out there on the bloody prowl. She’s too much of a liability.” “A liability?” “Listen here, Angelus. We’ve already discussed all that needs to be discussed. That’s as far as it goes and that’s as far as it ever goes.” “Yeah, I know... just remember, if she does anything that remotely resembles what happened last time, it’s your ass and her death. You have no fucking idea what I went through and I don’t fucking care whether or not you say that can’t happen, it will.” “You got a lot o’ balls there, big boy.” “I learned from the best, didn’t I?” “Ah, yes, my asshole stepfather. Those were fun times.” “Shut the fuck up. And get out of here. If this is as far as it goes then why are you still in here?” “We are family, aren’t we? And why in the bloody stinkin’ hell aren’t we in your office? I hate these fuckin’ ‘dungeons’ you insist on keeping.” “It keeps them here, doesn’t it? Plus, it adds a flare of... oh, I don’t know...” “Stupidity, that’s what.” “Get the hell out of here.” “Fine. But I’ll be back in a couple of days, to check on her.” “Spike...” “I mean it, Angelus. I don’t want this one dead. She’s too valuable right now. I couldn’t afford it.” “Oh, that’s right...” “Don’t you even fucking finish that sentence.” “Then get the fuck out or I’ll have you thrown out.” “Fine, I’m gone. But don’t touch a hair on her head. I’ll fucking count them if I have to when I get back.” “What? So you can fuck her later? Yeah, I’ll keep her nice and primed.” “Oh, fuck off, Angelus...” “Out, William!” “I’m gone, I’m gone... you bloody prick...”
Buffy roused herself from her dreamless sleep, lifting her head from where it hung against her chest and rolling it back. She winced when she hit the back of her head against the hard stone behind her. Opening her eyes, Buffy fought the blurry mess in her eyes, blinking a couple of times as she tried to orient herself. The last thing she remembered was that big needle being stuck in her arms and seeing Spike and Angel standing over her. “Oh, dammit,” Buffy mumbled as her mind slowly put the pieces together while at the same time fighting the fogginess left over from the drug she’d been introduced to. They’d been working together... the entire time. Everything she’d been brought up to believe in her line of work was a complete lie. Buffy felt trashed. She felt like someone had taken a hammer and thrown it against her head. Forcing her eyes to focus, Buffy moved to stand taller only to find that her arms were chained to the wall, hard manacles non-to-gently cradling her wrists. Looking up, she tugged against them in hopes that they might be loose and she might have a fighting chance. No such luck. Looking around her, she found that her living accommodations were nothing. Literally. There was a spiral staircase ten feet before her that lead up into a dark room that she couldn’t see, no matter how far she angled her head. The room she was in was small and dank, made of rough stoned walls and hard bars covering the small window that seemed about twenty feet in the air. There was a small cot one of the corners which laid next to a small water basin made of wood. Tugging at her arms again, Buffy looked up and pulled harder. Nothing gave. Sighing in frustration, she let her arms dangle as she looked down at herself. She was dressed the same as she had been when she had been drugged and carted down here. She was topless, her hair dirty and tangled as the strands caressed her shoulders, the small skirt she wore was torn and dirty, which covered her small thong which she figured had the same treatment. She was bare foot and her feet ached from the coldness of the floor, protesting as she shifted feet every few minutes. Her arms were sore as hell and she closed her eyes in pain as she tried to stretch. The amount of time she had been here was untellable and it made her madder. And just who the fuck did Spike think he was? Did he not know who the fuck he was dealing with? And then there was Angel, who had been playing her himself the entire time. She could feel the rage building deep inside her chest and she resisted the urge to struggle against the chains, knowing that it would most likely cause her more damage. Looking up, she saw the chains she was held in were tied up higher, forcing her to stand. She also saw that there was normally enough slack to allow her to sit on the floor and she cursed her keeper for not allowing that. But then that would be too easy, wouldn’t it? Sighing in half defeat and half fear mixed with utter frustration, Buffy resigned herself to leaning against the cold wall, ignoring the coolness from it seeping into her skin by formulating a plan to escape. Surely there was a flaw in their plan. There always was. It was a mere ten minutes of thinking that she got before she heard a door open above her. She heard faint footsteps and realized that they were headed for the staircase before her. Buffy watched them in anticipation. She didn’t give a flying fuck who the hell it was, just as long as she got to tell someone that she wanted a shirt and somewhere to fucking sit. The first thing she saw was a pair of legs incased in soft, black pants and hard boots, then a torso covered in a black t-shirt. Buffy rolled her eyes when she saw that it was the one and only Angel Dravers, whom had probably come down to rub her face in the fact that she was hostage in his little cell of hell while she had failed to kill him. “You’re awake,” he said calmly, looking over her disheveled body with little interest. He ignored the little kick in his brain when he saw her pert nipples and heavy breasts. Ignoring the twinge in his groin, Angel stood before her, crossing his arms across his chest. “Yeah, I’m awake,” Buffy said in a scratchy voice. “And what the fuck is going on? What do you want with me? Why are you and Spike keeping me alive?” “Well...” Angel said, moving so he could lean against the wall opposite her. “Spike has some bigger plans for you and I’m just helping keep you safe... you know, kind of a favor to an old friend.” “That has got to be the lamest shit I’ve ever heard. If anyone ever found out that two of the biggest rivaling crime lords in the country were in point of fact friends, there would be mass hysteria.” Angel smirked. She had spunk. Just as Spike had promised. “Yeah, well, that’s why it’s a secret.” Buffy felt her skin tingle as his eyes drifted over her body and she cursed herself for finding herself still drawn to him. “A little cold?” “Fuck off,” Buffy spat. “Why the fuck don’t you get me a shirt?” “Why would I want to do that?” Angel asked sweetly, his smirk growing into a smart ass half grin. “Why... when I could look at those sweet nipples harden every time I enter the room?” Buffy felt a blush cover her chest as his gaze lingered on her breasts. Looking down, she saw that they were indeed hard and she was horrified to realize that there was a soft warmth coming from between her legs. After all the shit that the two of them had put her through, she was getting wet at the mere fucking sight of the stupid prick. “I’m cold, remember?” Buffy snapped, glaring daggers at the man before her. She saw him wink at her and she looked away immediately, afraid of her reaction. Since when was she so fucking weak? “Oh, come then, now,” Angel said softly, slowly advancing. “We both know that’s a lie, lover.” Buffy met his gaze, forcing a brave front. She couldn’t let him know that she was falling beneath his attacks. And falling hard. “Fuck. You.” “Actually, I was thinking of fucking you,” Angel said mildly before rushing towards her. Before she could react, his lips were on hers and she was responding. God, but there was something about him that made her skin tingle with wild anticipation and she ignored the warning bells in the back of her head. As if there was nothing wrong with the world, they were once again just two lovers about to fuck like the wild animals they were born to be. And then Buffy remembered what had happened. “That’s right, baby. It’s Spike.” “Yeah. She’s got that thing about needles. Forgot about that.” “Sorry, lover, but you’ve just been fucked over.” Buffy pulled away from him roughly. He quickly pinned her body to the wall as she lifted her leg to deliver a kick to his groin and she struggled, ignoring the pain in her tired body. “Get the fuck off me!” “Shh,” Angel said in her ear, dodging her thrashing head. Pushing his hips into hers, he forced her to feel his hard erection. Buffy widened her eyes in fear and anger as he moved his hand to unzip his pants. “No!” Buffy screamed. “I won’t fucking let you fuck me!” “Shut the fuck up!” Angel yelled over her screams. He participated with her screams willingly, knowing that no one could hear anything coming from the room unless they were at the staircase. And he knew that no one was. Unzipping his pants, he pinned her body to the rock behind her, glad he had put her in the chains. He allowed her to struggle, and struggle she did. But her body was unable to keep up with her angered emotions and she soon fell limp against the wall. “No,” she whispered, looking up at him. “I know you want it,” he said softly into her ear as he lifted her to his height. “I know you want to be fucked just as bad as I want to fuck you.” Shaking her head in denial, Buffy refused to accept it. It couldn’t be. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She was supposed to be out in the world, doing another job for her non-betraying boss, doing someone else... not being held against her will. But she couldn’t ignore the jolt of excitement at being forced to do this. She couldn’t hold in her own anticipation of being fucked by her captor while she laid helpless. It had always been a small fantasy for her, and not only was she being forced into it right at the moment, but she wasbeing forced to by the only man who had managed to keep the lust roaring through her veins, even while she fought it. “C’mon, baby,” Angel grunted in her ear as he slipped his hand under her skirt and thong. Buffy felt his fingers delve into her heat and she gasped as his fingers slid in easily, realizing that she was wet as hell. Probing her gently, Angel grinned as he pinned her to the wall. She was ready for him. More ready than she ever would be. Angel tore her thong away from her, causing the small strip of the underwear she wore to rub roughly in her crack. Crying out in half pain and anticipated pleasure, Buffy looked up to find Angel staring at her, his eyes clouded with something she could easily identify with. Deep, carnal need. When Angel leaned forward to kiss her, Buffy had no qualms and responded with more fury than before. Grunting in her mouth as she bit down on his tongue, Angel lifted her against the wall, his hand snaking between them to free himself of his last restraint. Pushing his boxers and pants down, Angel felt a small note of relief as his cock bounced free. Finally. What he had been waiting for for the last two days. Rubbing the head of his hard penis against her soaking cleft, Buffy whined into his mouth, arching against his touch. She felt wonderful freedom as he lifted her higher, preparing to fuck her into the wall, and her arms gained relief. Twisting her wrists around so she could grip the chains, Buffy pushed her hips down, an insistent sign for him to start. As the head of his cock rubbed against her clit, Buffy’s body jerked and she pulled away from his mouth, crying out as her body jerked once more. “Please...” she whimpered. “Yeah,” Angel grunted once more, lifting her higher and away from his dick. “You want to be fucked, don’t you?” “Yes,” Buffy keened, her head rolling back, her hair tickling her back. “Say it, Buffy,” Angel ground out. “I want you to fuck me,” she whimpered. “What?” “Fuck me!” Buffy finally yelled, throwing her head forward to glare at him. She never got the chance as he brought her body back down hard, thrusting into her waiting body. Buffy cried out in surprise as his hard length filled her to the hilt. She felt his balls rest against her before he pulled back out and thrust home once more. Buffy moaned, tugging on the chains as pleasure swamped her body. Angel sighed happily, grunting with exertion as he began a steady pace, his hips hitting hers hard enough to send her against the hard stone behind her. Buffy pushed her hips to meet his, her head falling forward in search of his mouth. He met her half way and forced his tongue between her lips, beginning a sensual fight with hers. Buffy moaned into his mouth as he forced her body to slide up and down the stone behind. She ignored the pain blossoming from her back. They stayed against the wall, thrusting against each other in a hard rhythm for what seemed like forever before Buffy felt the beginnings of her building pleasure. “Oh, yes, yesyesyes...” Angel felt her change and began thrusting harder. Buffy threw her head back, her eyes closed and his mouth sought out her nipple. Wrapping his lips around the hard rock, he swirled his tongue around it, delighting in her gasps of pleasure. But he refused to touch the hardening nipple. “Oh, God,” Buffy gasped. “Please, Angel... I’m so... close!...” He felt the beginnings of the fluttering of her walls and took pity, biting down on it hard. Buffy cried out before she felt her entire body burst as her orgasms hit her over and over. Shaking, Buffy cried out Angel’s name before another intense orgasm swept over her body. Gasping, Buffy felt a tear slip from her eye as the feeling became too intense and she let a cry of distress leave her lips. Angel paid no mind though as he sought his own pleasure. Thrusting into her shallowly, he pushed her into the wall harder as his own orgasm fast approached. Slipping his hand between them once more, he fingered her clit and Buffy gasped in pleasure and faint pain as another orgasm rocked her body before he jerked against her with a few more thrusts and spilled his seed inside her. He howled his pleasure as he rode out of his orgasm, thrusting into her a few more short times before finally stopping. Leaning against her slight frame, Angel breathed heavily into her hair, his eyes closed as his pleasure-filled mind fought for control. Buried inside her to the hilt, Angel took several deep breaths before pulling back. Buffy’s head laid against his shoulder, her entire body limp as she panted shallowly, her eyes fluttering. Closing his eyes, he allowed himself a few more minutes to relax before finally pulling free from her tight hole. For such a rumored whore, she was certainly tight as hell. With one hand keeping her steady against the wall, he pulled back and slipped his limp cock back inside his boxers, pulling his pants back up to rest on his hips. Sighing, he looked over to see his little blonde captive asleep against the rock. With a ghost of a smile upon his face, Angel reached up to unhook the chains and caught her as she fell into his arms. Realizing that she still might have hatched a plan of escape, Angel quickly freed her wrists and took his shirt off. Lifting her gently, he put his t-shirt over her head. Re-locking her wrists, Angel tied them up so that she could rest easily on the floor. Stepping back, Angel stared at her sleeping face. She looked so peaceful and serene. The opposite of her fiery nature. Leaving the room, Angel realized he felt more satisfied than he had in a while. Grinning, he knew that this was going to be a routine he would enjoy immensely.
The next time Buffy awoke, she saw one of Angel’s lackies sitting in a chair across from her, next to the staircase. Next to him on the floor was a tray of food and Buffy realized that she probably hadn’t eaten in what seemed like days. Sitting up, Buffy stretched, feeling a sore twinge come from her crotch, ignoring the leering look cast her way from the hulking man sitting before her, noticing that she was on the floor instead of standing. And she was covered in a very large t-shirt. Seeing that it was Angel’s, Buffy didn’t know what to think. Dismissing it for a later time, she looked back at the man. He didn’t move. She raised her eyebrows and asked sarcastically, “Well, am I expected to just hop up and get that from you or are you going to bring it to me?” As if jolting from a faraway land, Riley Finn focused his full attention on the blonde sitting on the cold floor. If she wasn’t the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. She seemed to glow despite the dirt that covered her. And what he wouldn’t give to be able to fuck her into the ground right then and there. Feeling his dick harden in his loose pants, Riley stood and grabbed the tray of food, bringing it to her. It was then that he noticed the small stains on the floor. White, bright stains. Feeling a twinge of jealousy, Riley realized that Dravers had probably gotten to her first. Not that he didn’t understand, but his honest thinking was that that prick shouldn’t be afforded anything nice. He was a bastard to the core and the fact that he got to fuck the beauty before him was bullshit. Handing the tray to the Buffy Summers before him, Riley turned back around and sat in his chair, resigning himself to his fantasies of her magically being free of chains and floating over to him to suck him off. What he wouldn’t give to see her small, pink lips wrapped around his cock. Buffy watched as the man handed her the tray and turned to sit back down. It didn’t escape her attention the obvious hard on he had. She smirked. Then looked down at her tray only to see that it was all hand foods. Wow, she mused to herself, they must really trust their hostages. Picking up the sandwich, Buffy ate quickly, her hunger overcoming her. As she finished, she took a deep gulp of the glass of water she had before setting the tray on the floor. She watched as the man came over and took it once more, depositing it next to him again. She watched as he glanced down at his watch. They must be taking turns. “So,” Buffy began, “What do you do for fun around here?” Riley smiled. He could think of a few things. But he didn’t answer. He watched as she rolled her eyes. “Strong silent type, eh?” Buffy asked. Still no response. Frowning, she sighed deeply, leaning back against the rock. Her thoughts returned to Angel. And what the hell was going on. Why in the fuck was Spike doing this? What was in it for him? And how did they know each other? Everything she had known had been a lie. The entire time she had been working for Spike, all he had thought about was how to get her... she didn’t know. All she did know was that she was being held against her will and she knew that no one would worry. She had so few friends. And she rarely saw them, if at all. If she was missing for a year, they wouldn’t worry. She usually was. Ten years? Maybe. Buffy felt tears rising in the back of her throat and she closed her eyes in embarrassment as her vision blurred. She couldn’t cry. She was stronger than this. She knew it. But she suddenly felt so hopeless. She didn’t know what to do. And she usually did. Swallowing heavily, Buffy opened her eyes. Sniffling softly, she forced herself to calm, exercising a breathing technique that her friend Willow had taught her. Just as quickly as thoughts of her friend filled her head, she pushed them away. Now wasn’t the time. Breathing in once more, Buffy forced herself to think of something less emotionally traumatic. Her mind drifted over mundane things, thinking about a baseball game she was planning on going to from what day it was and in what month. Then her eyes snapped open. “Oh, fuck,” she muttered, closing her eyes and cradling her head in her hands. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...” Father’s Day. In two days. This wasn’t happening. Not right now. Not when things were finally settling around her. What was she going to do? She couldn’t miss it this year. Not this year. Not when they were finally talking again. Buffy bit her tongue when a tear slipped from her eye, fighting the sob that rose in her throat. Not this year. Rupert Giles, her beloved uncle, had forever been the only person she had considered a father. After her father had abandoned her mother, herself and her sister, Giles had swooped in and saved the day. Hank Summers had decided that his current family wasn’t what was for him and he had left them, leaving to Spain with his secretary of the time. He’d taken everything he could, knowing that Joyce couldn’t say a thing towards him because of her poor money status. Giles had taken care of them afterwards. He’d become a father to her and Dawn and had always been there, unlike her absentee father who had sent them a couple of bucks in the mail every three years. Buffy was fourteen and Dawn was twelve when Joyce was diagnosed with leukemia. She died five months after that and her daughters were sent to live with Giles in his large mansion. Things weren’t the same after that. And then Buffy had grown up. Thanks changed when Buffy moved out. She changed. After Joyce’s death, she collapsed within herself and she started associating herself with dangerous people. That was how she met Faith, who was the girlfriend of a Spike Pryce. Buffy didn’t actually get to shake Spike’s hand until she’d known Faith for two years. She would never forget those couple of years she spent living in Faith’s abandoned apartment while she stayed with Spike. She remembered Faith coming back in the middle of the night sometimes with bruises and bloody marks on her body. She would joke around about it and make sure Buffy didn’t make it into a big thing, but Buffy knew. Spike enjoyed the pain. He enjoyed receiving just as much as giving. And she hated it. And then Faith had disappeared one night. A letter and empty drawers greeted her one morning and she never heard from Faith again. She never knew what happened to her, whether Spike had anything to do with it or Faith just ran away. But Buffy couldn’t see Faith just getting up and taking off. She was a fighter. Not a runner. It was three months later that she finally met Spike face to face. Something happened. Buffy couldn’t say now but all she remembered was Spike offering her a job and Buffy accepting. It had been simple at first. Just run a simple errand, collect a few items, and return them to her new boss. But it wasn’t as smooth as one would want. Buffy’s mind had blocked out most of the images from that night because all she knew about it was that she had shot three men and escaped unharmed with her life. The nightmares that had plagued her for the months after that Buffy would never forget. Ever. She had been weary of Spike after that. She knew nothing of the inside business, growing accustomed to doing what she was told. She soon learned how to defend herself, how to fight, how use every single weapon that Spike ever offered to her. It was a simple life that Buffy enjoyed because of the direct emotional disconnection. But her uncle hated it. By the time that Buffy returned home to talk to her surrogate father, Dawn had moved out and wasn’t talking to Buffy. There was huge fight that night. Nothing physical but the neighbors had called the police because of the yelling. They had argued heatedly about Buffy’s new job and Buffy had defended herself to the end. She didn’t want a normal job. Her life wasn’t normal anymore. She wasn’t. And Giles hated it. They cut off all connections afterwards. Three years later Buffy got a call from the family lawyer alerting her to the fact that her sister had been murdered and three days later the same person called to inform her that her father had faced the same fate. The fact that they had been murdered didn’t escape Buffy and she had known who had done it because a mere few weeks earlier, she had been in some nasty business with some of Spike’s greater known enemies. Buffy didn’t shed one tear, but exacted the revenge where she knew it was deserved. She avenged her family’s death, without one word from her uncle. It remained that way for the next four years until six months ago. Rupert Giles called Buffy and asked to meet her. Apparently he had been in a car accident and had almost lost his life in surgery and he came to the conclusion that life was too short. They had met and Buffy had finally released everything she’d been holding in. She cried the whole night, talking to her uncle about her life and the deaths of her immediate family. They held each other and Buffy felt safe and secure for once in her life when it wasn’t herself doing the securing. They talked every couple of weeks about what was going on with them. Giles forced himself to accept her life and made sure to let her know that. Buffy was pleased with him and herself. It had been wonderful. And now she was going to miss the most important day of the last couple of months of talking to h im because her asshole boss wasn’t being straight with her. “Not now,” Buffy mumbled to herself, shaking her head in denial. Then she looked up from where she had it rested and yelled, “Not fucking now!” Riley jerked in surprise. He stared at the little blonde before him. She was shaking and there were tears streaming down her face. It was as if she had done a complete one-eighty. She looked miserable and damn angry. “I want to see Dravers,” Buffy demanded in a low voice, staring straight at her guard. “Get that asshole down here right now!” “I’m sorry, Miss Summers, but he can’t-” “Oh, shut the fuck up!” Buffy screamed, standing on shaky legs. She advanced on the large man but only got two feet before the chains yanked her back. “I want to talk to Dravers right now or so fucking help me...” Riley looked on amused. He leaned back in the chair he sat and stared at her standing form a couple of feet from him. “What are you going to do? Attack me?” Buffy saw red when he started chuckling. She let loose a loud scream. Lifting her arms to the sky, she screamed her anger and her pent up rage, her pain that she couldn’t see Giles. Turning around, she punched the wall three times, ignoring the pain in her hand. She heard small cracks but ignored it all as she yelled unintelligibly. She didn’t notice Riley stand in alarm and bolt up the stairs as she sank to her knees, curling in on herself. It was if everything came to a head. She suddenly felt like she was losing everything she’d ever worked for, she felt like she was losing her entire family all over again and she had never felt so alone. Buffy began crying, tugging at her hair as she felt horrible pain blossom in her hand and in her heart.
“Mr. Dravers!” Angel’s head shot up as Riley shouted out in the large compound that was his house. Standing up from where he sat behind his desk. he walked around it and moved to open the double doors blocking him from the rest of the house. They burst open before he could reach them and he saw a panting Riley Finn as he looked at him with alarm. “It’s the Summers girl,” he panted, bending over and leaning on his knees, craning his head to look at his boss. “What?” Angel demanded. Riley shook his head. Angel grabbed the lapels of Riley’s shirt and pulled him up to his face. “What the fuck is wrong?” “She’s... I don’t know, she’s freaking the fuck out.” Angel dropped Riley to the floor as he stepped over him. It took him less than a minute to reach the door that led to the staircase that led to where Buffy resided. Opening the door, he descended down the stairs quickly as quiet sobs reached his ears. The sight that greeted him scared the shit out of him. Buffy lay on the floor on her knees, bent over where her head rested in her hands. One of her hands was completely covered in what looked like her own blood and it was crippled. He looked up and saw where she must have hit the wall. Small bits of stone had been dislodged and he saw blood all over it. She was pulling on her hair as she cried into her knees. “God dammit,” he murmured, not noticing Riley come up behind him at the top of the stairs. Angel moved forward slowly, finally reaching her. Angel leaned down next to her and rested his hand on her back as he asked, “Buffy?” “Don’t...” She hiccuped. “... fucking touch... me.” Buffy moved away from the warm hand on her back, hating the feeling of it trying to comfort her. “What’s wrong?” Buffy looked up and Angel winced, his eyes traveling down the visible parts of her body. She was bruised and bloody, her eyes were bloodshot and her face was wet from her tears. She was a vision of abject misery. Angel shuddered, images from the past filtering through his mind. Buffy glared at her captor. “Let me go,” she rasped. “I... I can’t stay here. Not now! Not now...” It was then that Buffy realized how deeply affected she was by her family’s issues. By her mother’s untimely death and her sister and father’s murders, no matter how much she hated him. And now she would lose Giles... surely he wouldn’t forgive her for missing this day. Angel stared at her, his brow furrowing in confusion. “What are you talking about?” “Just let me go!” Buffy screamed, standing up on her knees and throwing herself at him. She pounded her good fist into his chest as his arms moved to wrap around her before she pounded her broken fist into him. She screamed as she felt blinding pain in her hand as she felt it spread through her arm and fingers like electricity. She moved to curl in on herself, wrapping her arm around her wrist to protect the hand from further harm on instinct. Angel stopped her, keeping her securely in his arms. He watched on as she started crying once more, seeming to fall in around herself. She didn’t move as he placed her in his lap. They sat like that, neither moving as Angel tried to comfort her while she continued to cry and growl angrily at him for keeping her there. It was twenty minutes later that she finally cried herself to sleep, her body tense and ready to wake and defend herself need be. Her hand clutched her wrist and Angel could see her fingers turning red from the exertion, even in her sleep. Sighing, he freed her wrists as best he could without disturbing her or her grip and picked her up into his arms. She seemed to relax a bit as she rested in his embrace. He carried her up the stairs and stopped when he saw Finn standing at the top. He glared at him. “You should have fucking got me,” he hissed. Riley stepped back. “But... sir, I did... “ he sputtered. “Shut the fuck up and get William Pryce on the phone.” Angel began walking away, Buffy wrapped tightly in his arms when he turned back around quickly. “Better yet, just get his ass over here.” Riley nodded, wondering what had happened and how he would be getting Pryce over there. It would be tough, but he also knew that Dravers would be royally pissed if he didn’t. Closing and locking the door behind him, Riley moved to the security office at the other end of the house.
Angel gently placed the sleeping blonde on the queen bed in the guest room. Standing over her, he noticed that her hand was starting to dry. He was afraid that she had broken her hand or something. That wouldn’t do. Angel stared at her face. He stared at the far from peaceful expression on her features. She looked something a kin to afraid... she looked mad... but most of all she looked sad. There was a deep sadness on her face that Angel couldn’t understand. It was if she had lost everything she held dear in the small amount of time they had been apart. Shaking his head, Angel moved away and into the small bathroom attached to the small guest bedroom. Closing the door behind him as to not disrupt the sleeping beauty, he moved to the large bathtub in the corner of the surprisingly large bathroom. Leaning over, he started the water, adjusting it to a hot temperature. He moved to open the large closet housing many bath salts, scented oils, shampoo and conditioner, arrays of different scented soaps and body gels. Choosing some jasmine scented items, he went about preparing a bath for the woman he and Spike had held captive for the last three days. The bedroom had originally been meant for Buffy to reside in. Angel had set up two cameras in the bedroom and one in the bathroom. He had everything she could possibly need in the bathroom. In the bedroom, there was only the bed, a TV stand that had a small television on it. There was a wooden table in one corner with a wooden chair and a tall dresser on the other side that had every piece of lingerie he could come up with. He had planned on seducing her into many things, and had figured that that plan was going to be easier than he had originally thought, but after this little episode, he feared that things were about to go a little more than haywire. Turning the water back off, he inhaled the delicious smell of jasmine in the bathroom, looking forward to smelling the scent on Buffy’s soft skin. Then reality sank in and he winced at the image of her disheveled form in his mind. Shaking it from his head, he left to fetch his little captive.
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