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Warning for sensitive souls. There is some torture in this chapter and the next one. Oh, and by the way, I’m a review junkie so please indulge me. It takes only two minutes of your time, and it makes my entire day :-) Oh, and the title of the chapter will finally make sense. Hate to cute my chapters like this, but I don't really have a choice. I hope it doesn't bother you too much
CHAPTER 4: Red hot steel, and other gadgets, part 3
After installing Cordelia in Willow’s old room, and eating the pizza, Buffy and Spike left for patrol with one thing on their mind: find Angelus. It really didn’t take long. About fifteen minutes after they had left the house, they came across what they were looking for.
“See? I told you Faith. Wish for the Slayer to appear, and poof! Here’s the little slut. Just like magic.”
The blond couple came to a stop, both tensing, ready for action.
“Oh! And look at what she brought with her! Her vamp sex toy!” The brunette Slayer added mockingly. “Can I have him when we’re done with her?” She fluttered her eyelashes at Angelus.
“I don’t think it would…”
Spike decided that he had been silent for long enough and interrupted Angelus. “Do you plan to keep on yammering all night, or are we going to fight eventually? Get it over with so Buffy and I can go home and watch some telly?”
“Oh, I think when I’m done with you boy, telly will be the last thing on your mind.”
“What was I thinking! You’re right. The first thing on my mind will probably be shagging. Then telly.”
Buffy pouted flirtatiously at Spike. “Honey! How could you put me second after TV?” With her eyes, she indicated that she was going to take on Faith. Without waiting any longer, they attacked.
Spike threw himself full speed at his sire, while Buffy attacked Faith with a series of punches that the other Slayer blocked efficiently.
“So Faith, tell me, how was jail? Did you become somebody’s bitch?”
“It was five by five B. But..” she blocked another punch. “I was the one who had bitches. Slayer strength can be quite intimidating for mere mortals, no matter how tough they think they are.”
“I see you’re not cured of your God complex. And you’re into girls now?”
“I’m into pretty much anything as long as I get fun out of it. You should try. Maybe it would help you loosen up a little.”
Buffy paused, crouching to avoid a roundhouse kick and gave Faith a seductive smile. “Don’t take it the wrong way sweetie, I’m flattered, really. But I’m already getting all the sex I need right now, thank you very much.”
Spike would have commented on that if he hadn’t been stuck in a headlock. Jumping up, then dropping on his knees for momentum, he flipped Angelus over his head and flat on his back. Spike reached for his stake, but his sire managed to kick it out of his hand. Annoyed, Spike kicked Angelus in the ribs. But the other vampire was too quick and grabbed the blond’s foot, making him lose his balance. They struggled for dominance for a moment, then separated to get back on their feet, both in a fighting stance, waiting for the next blow.
Faith called out to Angelus. “Hey big guy! You were right. Our little Buffy became a real sex kitten. Such a surprise coming from our little miss pristine-I-have-a-stake-permanently-up-my-ass.”
Blocking Spike’s attacks, Angel snickered. “Yeah, that coming from the girl who won’t let me fuck her because boohoo, I don’t have a soul. What a shame.”
Spike roared and charged Angelus, but the older vampire managed to flip him over his head.
“What is it Angelus? Jealous?” Buffy asked, wiping the blood that was dripping down her face after Faith had rammed her head into a tree. “Jealous that you childe was good enough for me even when he didn’t have a soul, while I’d never have touched you in a million years?”
The distracting words almost caused Spike to get kicked in the face by his sire.
“I almost regret I didn’t insist Buff. Too bad I was too busy trying to end this pathetic world. But now that I know you like dead cocks…”
“Quite frankly dear,” Buffy threw Faith against a tombstone, almost breaking the girl’s back. “Depends who’s attached to it.”
Spike growled. “Buffy! Stop that… you’re gonna get me killed here!”
“Sorry babe. I’ll shut up now.”
But Angelus took the opportunity to grab Spike and smash his head in a tombstone hard enough to break his skull. He dropped his childe carelessly to the ground.
Buffy shrieked. “Spike!”
Faith seized her chance to pin the distracted Slayer’s arms behind her back, immobilizing her for Angelus.
Stalking like a giant evil cat, Angelus made his way slowly to the now powerless Slayer.
“What is it that you said Buff about dead cocks? Maybe I should fuck you before killing you…” He grabbed her face roughly with one hand, and she spat on him. He merely smiled. “On second thought, I don’t do used up hoes.”
He didn’t have the opportunity to insult her any further or to cause any physical damage. Spike, powered by his fear for the Slayer’s safety, found the strength to get up. Having no weapons around him, he picked up a headstone and smashed it over Angelus’ back. Not with enough strength to cause real damage, but enough to injure him and make Faith let go of Buffy who dropped to her knees.
Judging it would be safer to postpone the killing for later, Angelus started backing up. “Faith. Let’s go.”
Before Spike or Buffy could do anything about it, they were both gone into the night.
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The front door to the Summers house opened, and the blond couple slowly made their way in, supporting each other. Cordelia jumped off the couch right away, a worried frown marring her face.
“Oh my god! Look at you two!… You look awful!”
Buffy gave her the finger.
“Well, on the bright side, you’re still alive.” She added, seeing Buffy’s reaction. “That’s good, right?”
Spike and Buffy dropped on the couch with painful groans and a ‘ouch’s. “Where’s the first aid kit?”
“Bathroom.” Buffy answered without opening her eyes, resting her head on Spike’s shoulder.
Cordelia came back quickly, putting the first aid kit down on the coffee table. She started getting some gauze out of the kit, wanting to help Buffy with her cuts, but Spike took over. So she sat in the armchair without a word and watched him with great curiosity.
She couldn’t believe just how much love there was in each one of his gestures. She couldn’t help but feel a little envious of them, but her demony sixth sense also told her that they had been through a very hard time before getting to where they were right now.
As soon as Spike was done with her, Buffy lay down on her side and fell asleep almost instantly. She was exhausted from the fight. Spike then started tending to his own cuts and bruises.
“You’ve changed a lot Spike.” Cordelia said quietly, not wanting to wake Buffy up.
“Humm?” He lifted his head wearily from what he was doing to look questioningly at her.
“It’s been what? Three years? Last time I’ve seen you, you were… different. You’re mind was set on one goal, and it was to…”
“Kill Buffy?” He suggested helpfully, a sad smile on his face.
“Yeah. That.”
He went back to wrapping some gauze around a nasty cut on his right arm, using his teeth to tie a knot. “You want to hear a funny thing ducks? I once told Angel that demons don’t change.” He cut the extra piece of gauze and set it down with the scissors on the coffee table. “Well I’m the living, or unliving, proof that I was wrong.”
“You changed because of Buffy?”
He gave the sleeping blonde a loving look. “She’d make any men crawl on their hands and knees. I know I did. But it was worth it.”
“Even the soul?”
“She told you?”
“No. I’m half demon now. I sensed it. So, was it worth it?”
“It’s painful, but in the end, it’s all worth it. At least now, I’m not struggling to make the right decision all the bloody time. I couldn’t kill anyway… the army put a chip in my head so I couldn’t bite. But I could still do evil or act selfishly. And sometimes, I’d think I was doing something good, then get my ass kicked for it and not understand why. Like this time I accepted to keep demon eggs in my basement for a lot of money. I thought I was doing something great because I wanted to use the money for Buffy. She was struggling. I just wanted to help her, so I thought that automatically made it a good action. But turned out not to be such a brilliant idea. Without a soul, it’s hard to make a judgment. I used Buffy most of the time, but it wasn’t enough. I’d get in front of a situation and think ‘what would Buffy do, what would she say, would she kick my ass for that?’ It was a constant struggle because what seems completely innocent to a demon, can be a big deal to a human, especially the Slayer.”
He touched the sleeping girl’s hair affectionately. “The day I hurt her, I finally understood. So I went to get the soul. I still think it was the best thing to do. I might be plagued by guilt and nightmares, but at least, I know I’ll never lose control again.”
“Wow.” Cordelia looked at her unmanicured fingernails. “I just wish Angelus would be more like you.” She mumbled darkly, not looking at Spike.
“Sorry cheerleader, Angelus getting his soul back on his freewill… that’s the least likely thing to ever happen.”
She finally looked up and gave him a half-smile. “Yes, I know.”
Spike got up and went to put his jacket in the closet, then came back to the couch to get Buffy.
“I had a vision today Spike.”
The vampire gave Cordy a worried look. “Anything bad? I mean, worse than what’s already going on?”
She shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Not all my visions are bad you know. Once in a while, The Powers That Be give me a nice one to keep me from getting too depress and shooting myself in the head.”
“Ok. So… what was it then?” he asked curiously.
“You two are gonna be happy some day.”
Spike raised an eyebrow, almost insulted. “But we are happy.”
“I meant.. happier. I know you’re happy, but you’re a vampire, she’s human.. Things are not all gleefully perfect. But you will meet in the middle some time soon. Well, if the world isn’t sucked into Hell, of course. That goes without saying.”
“What did you see?”
“Hey, I’m not gonna tell you. What’s the fun in that?” They exchanged smiles, and Spike bent down to pick up the Slayer who was still asleep on the couch.
“Come on luv, time to go to bed now.”
Buffy put her arms around Spike’s neck sleepily, and Cordelia looked at them as they disappeared up the stairs.
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Spike put Buffy carefully down on the bed, trying to push the covers with one hand while still holding her. Taking him by surprise, she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down roughly on top of her, making him lose balance.
“Hey!”
Buffy laughed at the expression on his face.
“I thought you were asleep pet.”
“Was.” She said quietly before kissing him. “Where did you think your were going like this?”
He smiled down at her. “To take a shower. I thought you needed some sleep. You had quite a rough day as it is.”
She pouted. “I slept enough.”
“Really?” He asked curiously. “When was that?”
“I just did!”
“You slept for five minutes pet.”
“Mmmm” she mumbled, her hands already wandering over his hard muscles. “Plenty enough… top shape now.”
He chuckled softly, a low rumble in his chest, and gave her a lust filled look. “You are impossible Summers, you know that?”
“It’s an art. And one I’m really good at. Now, enough with the chatting, and more with the removing of the clothes.
Not about to argue, Spike threw himself into the task of undressing his Slayer. Slowly, one piece at a time, kissing every new body part revealed. Once she was completely naked, he tried to take her mouth, but she stopped him, immobilizing his head between her small hands. She showered his face with light kisses, his forehead, his nose, his sharp cheekbones, along is jaw. She stopped at his ear, and murmured into it:
“Were you turned on Spike… during the fight with Angelus and Faith?”
Spike moaned at the back of his throat.
“Were you turned on when I was saying these things? Knowing that Angelus was seething with jealousy? Knowing that I’m yours, not his?”
Spike’s voice was low and breathless. “I’ve never been that aroused in a hundred and twenty seven years of existence.”
“What would you do…” She sucked lustily on his earlobe before continuing. “What would you do to me if I’d tell you he’s standing at the window right now, watching us from the shadow? What would you want him to see…”
Spike smashed his lips to hers before answering, aroused beyond possible. “I’d want him to see me with my head between your legs, making you scream.”
With her hand tangled in his hair, she pulled his head away from her roughly and stared deeply into his eyes. Intense need was obvious in her beautiful hazel eyes. “Than stop talking and do it.”
Buffy opened her legs for him in invitation. Without anymore foreplay, Spike put his mouth to her hot, swollen sex and suck on her, making her gasp and arch off the mattress. She was already dripping wet, and he lapped greedily, making her shudder at the sensations he awoke in her burning hot body.
Incapable of lying still, she caressed herself. She ran her fingers lightly on her flat stomach, enjoying the feel of her own skin. Her hands traveled all the way to her warm, supple breasts, teasing her hard nipples, and ended their journey buried in Spike’s soft hair. She was holding him to her, marveling at the sensation of his cool lips on her flesh. Sensing that she was nearing her orgasm, he sucked mercilessly on her erect clit and she started unconsciously ridding his mouth. The idea of being watched, even if it was just a fantasy, acted on Buffy as an extreme turn on making her whimper and moan loudly.
Spike pushed three fingers inside of his lover and started pumping fast while circling her clit with the tip of his tongue. She cried out his name and he gave her one final suck to push her over the edge. She suddenly threw her head back, her mouth opened in a silent scream, her chest heaving. Spike climbed back up and lay on his side to look at her. She was a vision. With her golden hair all over the pillow, her eyes closed and her breast rising and falling with her slowing breath, she looked like that girl he had always wanted: the Buffy who was happy, carefree and thoroughly loved. She smiled and he kissed the tip of her nose lovingly.
“So luv, was the wanker really there?”
“Does it really matter?” Her voice was still dreamy. “It was fun to imagine he was. And even if he really was there, I don’t think he would have stayed for the show. Home porn starring The Slayer and her Vampire Lover?.. He probably had better things to do. People to terrorize, things to fuck…”
Spike chuckled and rolled to the other side of the bed to reach his pack of smokes on the nightstand. He swore when he realized it was empty and threw it in the garbage can next to the bed.
“Bloody Hell, I’m out of fags… Now I’ll have to wait until tomorrow night to go buy a new pack.”
“Nah, don’t worry. I’ll go buy you some. I have that strange craving for cookie dough ice cream anyway.”
“Forget it luv, it’s okay, I’ll survive until morning.”
Buffy crossed her arms behind her head, still far away in her mind.
“I wonder if Faith was with him… you know, watching. She has a thing for my boyfriends, now she’s gonna want you.” She said jokingly.
“Actually, she already does pet.”
Buffy sat up.
“What?”
“Yeah, she hit on me… Twice.”
She laughed derisively. “Whatever. She never even met you.”
“Hum.. yes she did.” Spike said hesitantly.
“What? When?..”
“…”
“That’s not possible.” She started thinking. “You left after the whole Angelus thing, then you came back a couple of months later. That was when you kidnapped Willow for a lame spell or whatever. You stayed only for one night then you left again. Faith wasn’t even in Sunnydale yet. Then you came back a year later for the stupid ring and Faith was in a coma… She got out of the coma, wrecked havoc on my life for a few days then she took off for L.A. When the hell did you meet her?!”
“I’ll tell you if you give me a chance to say a bloody word!”
“Sorry. Go ahead.”
“The first time I met her… well, actually it wasn’t her. I mean, it was her, but..”
Buffy shrieked. “Oh my god!! When she was in my body?!”
“Yeah. I was at the Bronze and I saw you. You… I mean she, pushed me against a wall and…”
“No! She did not! In public?! In my body? She had sex with you in public?”
Spike laughed. “Don’t get your knickers in a twist Slayer, nothing happened. You still have the exclusivity of the public sex at the Bronze.”
She smacked him. “You’re a pig!”
“She just teased me, then walked away, leaving me with a raging case of hard on.”
Buffy snorted. “That is so like her! What did she say?”
“Something about ridding me to a gallop, and Slayer’s muscles. Then she asked me if I knew why she wouldn’t do it, and she answered something like ‘because it’s wrong’ if I remember well. Actually, I do remember very well. It’s not every day that you have Buffy pushing you against a wall and telling you stuff like that you know. Well, at least not back then. And I already had a crush on you so…”
“So, is it true?”
“What’s that luv?”
“About the Slayer muscles?”
He gave her a wicked grin. “Never felt anything like it.”
Buffy shook her head and started getting up.
“Hey! Where are you going?”
“I still want that ice cream. And I’m sure you want your cigarettes. So I’m going to the convenience store.”
“But, I don’t want to get dressed and go out.”
“Oh my God Spike, stop whining. Just stay here, I’ll go by myself, I won’t be long. The store is five blocks away. I’ll take the SUV for once. It will take me fifteen minutes max and that includes choosing between cookie dough ice cream and cheese cake and cherry ice cream.”
“Fine. I’ll stay here and take a shower. But if you take more than fifteen minutes, I’ll start snooping through your stuff for future blackmail material.”
“Don’t you dare threatening me.”
She finished getting dressed under his loving gaze, then grabbed her purse.
“Buffy?.. Come here.”
She approached him and as soon as she was within reaching distance, he grabbed her and pulled her to him. He gave her a breath-taking kiss.
“I love you.”
Buffy smiled down at him. “Well, hold on to that thought cause when I come back, you’ll have to prove it to me.”
“Ok. Do you want me to give you chocolates?”
“Nah, they make me fat.”
“Flowers then?”
“Boring.”
“A good shag?”
She smiled brightly. “That’s the spirit!”
“You’re a perv Summers.”
“That would explain why we get along so well. I love you.”
She took her jacket from the back of a chair, and blew him a kiss. “I won’t be long, promise.” And she closed the door behind her.
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The sound of Buffy’s high heels echoed in the empty night as she made her way back to her car. The parking of the 7 eleven was completely deserted and the orange light at the corner of the building gave it an eerie feeling. Buffy switched her bag from one hand to the other so she could unlock the driver’s door. She scolded herself for buying way too much useless stuff, but giggled a little at the thought of the Count Chocula cereals she couldn’t resist buying. Not to mention the two containers of ice cream because she hadn’t been able to decide which one she wanted.
*Spike is making me lose the minimal amount of maturity I had managed to accumulate over the years…* She shook her, head, lost in her thoughts.
“Turn.”
A feeling of helplessness invaded Buffy’s body as she dropped her bag and turned against her own will, her body not responding anymore.
She heard a sardonic laugh, and found herself face to face with Angelus, Faith, and another man.
* Crap*
The man Buffy didn’t know was the one who had spoken the command. She realized this must be one of the men who had paralyzed Dawn in the park the other day to give her the warning.
“You see, Faith? That’s the way I like my women: submissive, and with a complete lack of self-respect and pride. Gotta love the idea.”
The brunette snickered. “Yeah. A Slayer with a remote control. I must admit the idea has a certain charm.”
“Wanna try our new toy sweets?” Angelus turned to face the other man. “Larry my friend, you know what you have to do.”
The man said only one word. “Follow”
Before she even knew it, Buffy was putting one foot in front of the other, walking towards something that could only be her painful death.
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Cordelia awoke to the sound of something seemingly tumbling down the stairs. She had fallen asleep in the armchair while watching TV. Not sure of what was going on, she blinked several times, looking around herself, a little confused. She finally spotted Spike at the front door, trying to put on his jacket and his boots simultaneously.
“Spike? What are you doing? What’s going on?”
“It’s Buffy. She’s missing.” He answered, finally managing to put on his boots.
“But… Wasn’t she with you? I don’t get it. What do you mean, missing.”
“She went out to get something at the store. She was supposed to be gone for fifteen minutes. It’s been an hour and she isn’t coming back.”
“You think Angelus…”
“I’m gonna go look for her. You call everybody and tell them to be here in fifteen minutes. The numbers are next to the phone in the kitchen.”
Before Cordelia could answer anything, the front door was slammed shut behind Spike.
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Spike saw the SUV in the 7 eleven’s parking, dread filling his undead heart. He walked quickly up to the car but stopped dead in his tracks, his worse fear realized. The SUV door was cracked open, key still in the door lock, and there was a grocery bag abandoned on the ground, melting ice cream slowly leaking out of it.
In three long strides, Spike was inside the convenience store.
“Hey, you,” he walked toward the clerk “Did you see a pretty blonde bird, bout this height” he gestured with his hand “hazel eyes, wearing blue jeans, a lace top and a leather jacket?”
The clerk didn’t take his eyes off his magazine. “Sorry man, dunno what you talkin’ bout.”
Spike hoped the chip wasn’t gonna go off when he grabbed the kid by his shirt.
“Well you’re gonna have to think real hard cause her car is outside your store and there’s a grocery bag from this store abandoned on the pavement next to the bloody car. So think hard mate if you don’t want them to find your guts all the way to L.A.”
“Hey man! Relax, k? No need to get all violent and stuff. I’m just doing my god damn job. I don’t want any trouble. If a girl talks to people and leave with them… what am I supposed to do? Call the cops and get shit later for doing it? They could have been her friends for all I know.”
Spike let go of the guy’s shirt. “Look mate, it’s important. She could be in trouble right now. What did you see.”
“She walked out of here about an hour ago. Those two guys and a girl walked up to her and she turned around very slowly. Was weird man. Dunno… like she didn’t really want to turn or she was dreading what she would see. Then that tall guy talked to her. He looked aggressive, but like he was making fun of her at the same time.”
“Why were you paying attention?”
The guy snickered. “Hey she was hot, and I’m pretty bored here..”
Spike growled. “Watch it mate, it’s my girl you’re talking about. Continue.”
“Whoa, sorry. Anyway, so the girl looked pretty freaked out, but she followed them. She kept looking my way while following them, but what was I going to do, right? So I watched until they disappeared into the night.” He stopped for a second. “Hey, don’t look at me like that! They didn’t have a gun or anything. They didn’t even touch her! Was I gonna call the cops and tell them a girl left with a bunch of people?? C’mon! They’d think I’m dumb.”
“Thanks anyway.” Spike mumbled as he walked away.
He was long gone when the clerk finally answered. “Anytime dude, anytime.”
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When he walked into the Summers house after parking the car in the driveway, Spike was faced with a very anxious bunch of people. Everybody was there, including Dawn. He couldn’t even look at the girl.
Cordelia stated the obvious, in a low, shaky voice but no one dared commenting.
“She’s not with you…”
He threw Buffy’s purse on the table.
“No. I think she’s not.”
Seeing Dawn’s eyes starting to fill with tears, he added quickly: “But I’ll go get her Nibblet. Don’t worry.”
She just nodded.
“Giles, you and Anya are gonna cruise the downtown area. Harris and Willow, cemeteries and the docks. Cordelia and Dawn, you stay here and are responsible for the phone, and in case Buffy comes back. We all have a cellphone?”
They all nodded their heads in silence, scared to say anything that could upset the vampire any further.
“Good. I’ll take Buffy’s phone and we all report every fifteen minutes. I’ll go first to the old mansion. Angelus is pretty thick. There could be a chance he took her there. Then I’ll go to all the hot spots, and when the sun comes up, I’ll check the sewers. I’m not gonna come back until I find her, dead or alive.”
“Spike…” Giles started. But the blond vampire was already out the door.
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She walked into the house through the kitchen door and set her grocery bag on the table. Everything was quiet. She chuckled quietly while putting away the cereals thinking of Spike’s face when she’d put the box on the table for breakfast. Opening the ice cream containers, she served herself a small scoop of both flavors, not wanting to chose which one she wanted most, than made her way back upstairs. Seeing Cordelia asleep on the armchair when she walked by the living room, she went to wake the girl up.
“Wanna go upstairs? There is two warm beds waiting for us.”
Cordy stretched and got up.
“But don’t pick the wrong one cause you might be greeted by a horny naked vampire.”
Cordelia chuckled. “Yeah, I figured that much.”
“Good night Cordy.”
“Night Buff.”
She watched as Cordelia disappeared up the stairs, then she switched off the TV and turned the lights off. She suddenly couldn’t wait to get some well deserved sleep in her lover’s embrace so she hurried up to her room.
Buffy walked into the bedroom and found Spike fast asleep, lying on his stomach. He was completely naked and hadn’t bothered to cover himself up. She smiled. Ice cream didn’t seem so important anymore, so she put the boll down on her dresser with the cigarettes and striped off of her clothes. With a yawn, she lay down next to Spike, feeling strangely exhausted for some reason. Buffy put her arms around his cool body and brought him close to her, trying not to wake him. He stirred in his sleep, but didn’t open his eyes. After being still for a moment, Spike started caressing Buffy’s stomach, his hand going slowly up and down her torso, barely touching her smooth skin.
She sighed at the comforting feeling, her eyes closed in contentment. She felt safe, loved, and happy. She felt him shifting on the bed, bringing himself up on his elbow to look at her. But when Buffy opened her eyes to tell him she loved him, instead of warm blue eyes, she was met with ice cold brown ones. She opened her mouth to say the name but an excruciating pain washed through her as the hand that had been lovingly caressing her, was now slowly cutting through her skin from the middle of her chest to her lower stomach.
She screamed.
“Wakey wakey Slayer! Time for fun and games!” Angelus was standing in front of a half naked Buffy, the girl hanging from the ceiling by shackles, her bare feet barely touching the cold floor. He was licking blood from a Swiss army knife. “You see Faith, I told you they weren’t lying. Those Swiss army knives really are quite handy. You just have to know how to use them.”
The brunette Slayer didn’t bother answering him. Sitting next to the fireplace, she just gave him her best wicked smile, and went back to her book.
“Now Buff, I knew you were not a light sleeper, but that’s pushing it a little. Look. I had time to draw such pretty patterns on you. Did you ever consider piercings?”
The look on his face made her quiver with fear, but she did her best to hide it, concentrating on slowing down her breathing to prepare for the pain to come.
“I hope you did sweetheart cause when I’m done with you, there will be holes in every part of your body.”
He grabbed a bottle of whiskey and gave her a sickly sweet smile.
“Sounds like fun.” she said defiantly.
“Excuse me?”
“I said. Sounds. Like. Fun. Asshole.”
*Buffy, shut the fuck up you idiot*
Angelus walked towards her like a predator. “Oh it will be. Hours of fun. Maybe days of fun. ”
He poured whiskey down her torso, making her hiss in pain, before licking the mix of blood and alcohol off her skin. “And I can make it last forever if I want to. I know just how to keep my toys alive for a very long painful time.”
Her pride rebelling, the Slayer in her just couldn’t stop herself from defying him. “Is that all you’ve got? I must say I’m not impressed.”
“Don’t be too disappointed Buff. You have seen nothing yet. I have the whole nine yard deployed just for you. My favorite Slayer deserves the VIP treatment.”
He went to the fireplace where the instruments usually used to tease the fire or move the logs were now heating up in the fire. Wrapping his hand in a cloth, he picked up one of the picks and studied it carefully. Like a connoisseur would a very rare and fine piece of art.
“No. That’s not all I’ve got.” He said, seemingly talking to himself.
Then he turned to Buffy with a proud smile. “I’ve also got some red hot steel… “ He pointed at a table that Buffy hadn’t noticed yet. On it, she could see what looked like a surgeon’s brief case. “And other interesting gadgets.”
Buffy’s scream echoed into the night as the burning pick pierced through her shoulder. But there was no one there to hear her, except a psychotic vampire and a seemingly indifferent Slayer.
She was in for a long night.
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