CoF - Laure Alexander - TEAOW&S

Summary: The cliffhanger's no longer hanging. Angel wakes up. He isn't happy. Buffy makes a discovery.

AUTHOR: Laure Alexander
EMAIL: lara@sunflower.com
RATING: NC-17, BDSM
PAIRINGS: Drusilla/Angelus
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of the characters on the show. Joss Whedon and the WB Network own them (for now). No copyright infringement intended, so please don't sue.
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As he pushed himself up to a sitting position on the hard wood floor, the memories returned and he growled in fury.

Drusilla looked up from brushing the hair on one of her dolls. "Good afternoon, daddy."

Vamping out, he grabbed her off the footstool she sat upon and jerked her to her knees. The doll and brush tumbled to the floor. "No games, Dru. Where did they go?"

"The stars didn't tell me and neither did Spike," she babbled. "They took the car and drove into the sunrise."

"East? They went East?" Releasing her, Angel jumped to his feet and, ignoring the pain in his head, hurried into his room to dress. The clock on the mantle showed that it was nearly three in the afternoon.

As he zipped his jeans, Angel slowly acknowledged that with a nearly ten hour jump on him, he wasn't going to find them anytime soon.

Changing tactics, Angel strode downstairs and into the room of the head minion, Lucius, the only one remaining from the old Master's minions, and the only one with even half a brain. Drusilla trailed behind him, swinging her doll in one hand.

Angel jerked the other vampire from his bedroom and barked his orders before Lucius could even think to protest his rude awakening.

"Get on the phone, the email, whatever, and alert the heads of the Aurellian septs to be on the lookout for Spike and his human toy. I want them captured but not killed, and no one is to harm the girl. Spike can be beaten to a bloody pulp, but not Willow."

"If I lose control over the clan, I will break every bone in Spike's body and then pull them through his skin one by one."

Shoving Lucian towards the phone, Angel turned and strode to the stairs leading to the basement which housed the minions. Three minutes later he returned, dragging a struggling pleading male with him.

"Failed," Angel barked, dragging the minion towards the French doors. "You said you came from a long line of witches, that all you had to do was say the spell and it would last till you broke it."

"I do, I did." The terrified vampire tried to dig his heels into the smooth stone floor as Angel pulled him closer and closer to the sun. Behind them the rest of the household, awakened early by their master, milled around uneasily, murmuring in fear.

"I don't tolerate failure," Angel growled as he pulled open the door, stepped out of the beam of sunlight and thrust the minion through the opening.

The vampire screamed and tried to rush back inside, but Angel slammed the door shut just as the minion's head burst into flames. Brushing off his hands, he tuned out the fading cries and eyed his remaining minions.

An hour later, Angel affixed the second cuff around his victim's wrist and stepped back to watch her tremble.

At his husky command, Drusilla tugged hard at the manacles, cooing as the thick iron tore into her delicate wrists. After several minutes, she licked her lips as the scent of her blood enveloped her, then glanced over her shoulder. "I can't get free, daddy."

The next crack slashed across her shoulders and she screamed, her body wracked by a violent orgasm.

Buffy stood in the middle of Willow's room eying the black lace teddy which lay on the bed, an item of lingerie she would never leave out for her mother to find. Her make-up was out on the vanity, a pile of damp towels was on the floor, and her new earrings remained in the box on her dresser.

Heart sinking, the Slayer slowly looked around the room for signs of a struggle. Her best friend was too neat to leave her room like this, even if Spike had come and swept her off her feet.

And she never forgot study dates which they'd set for the middle of the afternoon to give Willow plenty of time to recover from a night of passion.

Taking a shuddering breath, Buffy slipped from the room and headed towards the mansion. She was trying not to panic, but she simply knew that Angel had Willow and had captured her the night before.

Drusilla writhed beneath the whip as blood flowed down her back from numerous cuts. Her body both arched into and shrank away from each blow, her mind awash in pain and pleasure. The manacles around her wrists dug into her flesh as she slipped off her feet, but the chains and the posts held.

Halting the whipping for a moment, Angel tested the posts, yanking on the nearest one with all his strength.

She hung from the manacles, and he could see deep wounds in her slender wrists. Her back was a portrait painted with ichor, the blood turning black as it dried along the thin slash marks. She mewled in pain, but he could smell her arousal, and smiled as she shook with it.

Dropping the whip, Angel slipped out of his trousers and stepped behind her. With a sudden move, he jerked her back against him, rubbing his erection against her wounded back.

Smirking, Angel wrapped one arm around her waist and slipped the other hand between her thighs. Her lust dripped onto his fingers and sent a jolt of pleasure through his cock.

"Daddy," she whimpered, unconsciously rubbing against him despite the pain it caused her.

"Open up, Dru," Angel whispered, guiding his cock between her legs. As she slipped them further apart, the strain on her wrists and shoulders grew, and she moaned in pain.

With a grunt, Angel slammed into her, driving her nearly off her feet. Drusilla howled and wriggled in his hands, her fingers wrapping around the chains as he thrust powerfully, hurting her and pleasuring her with each slam of his pelvis against her striped bottom.

Reaching up, Angel grabbed the chains above Drusilla's hands and pulled on them, using them as leverage as he brutally fucked his childe.

Angel pressed against her back, smearing blood across his chest, and buried his mouth in the side of her neck. Whimpering, Drusilla bucked against him, her body quivering with desire. As her sire's fangs bit deeply, she howled and shuddered into orgasm.

Drinking deeply of her rich blood, Angel let his eyes roll up and his toes curl as his own climax shot from him. Sighing deeply, he slowly pulled away from her, leaving Drusilla whimpering and shivering in the chains. As he slumped into a chair, he grinned lazily at the sight of his seed mingling with her blood and sliding down her inner thighs.

After leaving Willow's, Buffy wandered the streets of Sunnydale. No doubt in her mind what had occurred the night before, she didn't want to face the destruction of her best friend.

A sense of failure consumed her, and she held back bitter tears as she walked, head down, lost in her pain and fear.

Buffy knew she could have prevented all of this, if she had only found the strength to kill Angel. How many opportunities had she had, sharing his bed while he slept the sleep of the dead?

And, the betrayal that Buffy felt hurt even more. She had fervently hoped that Angel's love for her would stop him from pursuing Willow. She had placed too much faith in that love.

Her relationship with Angel had to end. She couldn't forgive him this. It didn't matter that he had never said he would give up his right to Willow. Buffy had believed that her love meant something stronger to him.

She was so wrong, and her heart thudded painfully in her chest, squeezing tighter and tighter as she fought back the urge to scream in pain and misery.

And self-hatred. It was a familiar emotion, and Buffy let it seep inside her and eat away at her self-esteem.

She was a whore who loved a monster, and she didn't know what hurt more, that she would lose that monster or that she'd lost her best friend. Buffy silently castigated herself for being so selfish to care about her own love at the moment.

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Laure Alexander - lara@sunflower.com

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