Chapter 9:
Buffy winced as Angelus’s sharp teeth pierced her flesh. Her body went weak at the first pull of
blood from her vein into his mouth. Feebly she clung onto the arm that was draped across her
chest to help keep her from falling to the floor. She could feel her heart start to slow the longer
Angelus drank from her.
Spike watched as the life in Buffy’s eyes slowly began to disappear. He would’ve stopped
Angelus if only that didn’t risk the chance of his new feelings for the girl being exposed. He still
hated her with a passion, because she was after all a mere replacement for Dru in his mind. But,
last night he had connected with her on a new level that he had never experienced with anyone
else besides his dark princess.
Angelus took one last gulp before releasing Buffy and letting her fall back into her chair. He
locked gazes with Spike and licked his lips leisurely with his tongue. He started to speak but
paused when a familiar scent caught his senses. He sniffed the air a couple times before turning
his gaze back to Spike.
“You went to Ruby’s today,” he said, the tone of his voice sounding a bit amused. “Why is that?”
“You know why.”
“Got a little lonely last night,” Angel mocked, jutting his lower lip out into a pout. A smile replaced
the pout when he saw Spike sneer at his observation. “Come, Dru, have a taste of daddy’s new
toy.”
“What does she taste like?” Dru asked, gliding over to Buffy and stroking her along her arm up to
her shoulder. “Like the sun at midnight?”
“More like vanilla, darling.”
Dru clapped her hands together excitedly. She slid her hand back down Buffy’s arm and clasped
her fingers around her wrist. She lifted the limp arm close to her face and nuzzled at the soft
skin that played along the underside of Buffy’s arm. She then began to nip playfully at the skin
before tearing into it roughly with her teeth.
Spike flinched slightly at the sound of Buffy crying out in pain. Why was this happening to him?
Pain was supposed to make him happy; it was supposed to appease him.
“Careful Dru,” Angelus warned. “We have to keep her looking presentable. We have many
parties to attend where she will be joining us.”
“You mean you’re not going to kill her?” Spike noted, watching Dru slowly extract her fangs from
Buffy’s pale skin.
Angelus laughed. “No,” he answered merrily before adding. “At least, not yet anyway. Spike?”
“No thanks,” Spike declined. “I already had my fill earlier.”
“So you did have more than a taste last night.”
“I meant over at Ruby’s,” Spike corrected, his annoyance at Angelus reaching new heights.
“But, you so enjoyed the late night snack I gave you last night,” Angelus goaded, resting his
hands on Buffy’s shoulders again. “Are you sure you don’t want to try it again?”
Buffy tensed up when she felt Angelus’s hands gradually move their way down her shoulders
towards her breast and then something inside of her snapped. She shoved his hands aside with
the little strength she had left in her and crossed her arms protectively over her chest.
Spike lowered his head and shook it when he realized what kind of mistake Buffy had made.
Now they were both in for it.
“So, you like it rough now do you!?” Angelus roared, snatching Buffy up out of her chair and
throwing her down onto the table. His hands ripped apart the corset of her dress, sending
buttons flying everywhere around the room. His eyes wandered down to the heaving chest
covered now by only a thin amount of cotton. “Who knows how rough you really are? I only had
you for a couple days in my bed, but I wonder. I wonder what you would be like now. The person
that I know you to truly be is coming out. I think I’ll take you to my bed tonight, teach you some
new things.”
“No,” Buffy whimpered faintly, her face turned away from him.
“What’s that?” Angelus asked, leaning down closer towards her. “Would you like to go to
William’s bed instead?”
Buffy didn’t say a word. But, inside she was screaming at the top of her lungs.
“Why do you want me to have her?” Spike asked, hoping to distract him long enough so he would
forget about Buffy. “Is this a new fetish of yours?”
Angelus barked out a laugh. “William, sweet William. I merely want you to start enjoying the
power I experience every day.”
“What? The power of frightening ladies who are too weak to fight back?” Spike threw back at
him.
Angelus laughed again. “I guess you’re right. It has become a fetish of mine to watch you with
her,” He said, his gaze dropping down to Buffy before quickly returning to Spike. “Take her
William.”
Spike saw the tears forming in Buffy’s eyes once Angelus lifted her up off the table and held her
up for him. His demon purred inside from the pleasure it got from feeling and smelling Buffy’s
pain. It wanted more, it wanted Spike to take the poor girl and have his way with her one last
night. But he resisted it. He wouldn’t do that again. Spike wanted his Dru back and nothing was
going to get in his way.
“Dru is sleeping in my bed tonight,” Spike spoke ignoring Angelus’s earlier request. “If you don’t
want the girl anymore then toss her out on the street. She’s no good to me.”
“What’s this?” Angelus said feigning shock. “William deciding who he wants in his bed? Let’s
play a little game tonight shall we.” He reached up with his hands and pushed Buffy’s hair aside,
burying his face into her neck. “Why don’t we let the girls decide who they want to stay with?”
“Daddy,” Dru cooed, ending her silence. “Miss Edith wants to play.”
“Not now Dru!” Angelus snapped at his childe. “Buffy needs to decide.”
Buffy shivered when she felt Angelus’s tongue against the side of her neck. Her arms were
locked behind her back so she couldn’t squirm to fight him off. All she could do was sit there and
let him do it.
“The dolly doesn’t play fair,” Dru hissed. “Taking daddy and William from their princess.”
“Who do you want warming your bed tonight? Me?” Angelus inquired, caressing one of her
breast roughly through the thin material of her dress. “Or our William?”
“I’ll take her,” Spike sighed, deciding it was better for him to decide. “I might get hungry later on
anyway.”
Angelus smiled. “On second thought I think I’ll take her tonight. Her feisty attitude is turning me
on right now and I can’t wait to see what she can be like in bed.”
Buffy screamed when Angelus threw her over his shoulder and started out of the dining hall. She
lifted her head up to see Spike staring at her, doing nothing as this demon took her away. Her
mind raced, trying hard to think of ways to get her out of this situation. But she couldn’t think.
And then finally, “I want to be with William.”
Buffy briefly saw the shocked look on Spike’s face before being spun around.
Her heart started
to beat faster as she felt Angelus walking them both back into the dining hall. She waited for him
to put her down, instead he kept her there and she listened as he started to talk to Spike.
“Seems the lady has made her choice,” Angelus said, gently placing Buffy back on her feet.
“Come on Drusilla let’s go to bed.”
Drusilla moaned excitedly before running to Angelus. Angelus wrapped his arm around her waist
and pulled her closer to him. He bent down and kissed her roughly, biting her lip and drawing
blood as he did so. Slowly he pulled back and looked at Spike, his lips tinted with a crimson hue.
“Would you like to kiss William goodnight?”
“Not really,” Drusilla responded drearily.
Spike seethed with jealousy as he watched Dru and Angelus leave the room arm and arm. Once
they were gone he reached up with his arm and took Buffy by the elbow.
“Let’s go to bed.”
“Don’t touch me!” Buffy snapped wrenching herself away from him. “Don’t ever touch me.” She
repeated again her voice breaking a little from trying to control her emotions.
She fell to a heap
on the floor, curling herself into a ball as the sobs finally broke free.
Spike felt anger course through his veins. First she humiliated him in front of his dark princess
and now she had the nerve to defy him. He should kill her; just end her life so things could be the
way they were. Kill her so the urges that he knew he would succumb to had no way to fester and
build. Instead he left her there to cry in her own self misery.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Buffy awoke to the strong smell of coffee and the soft sounds of someone humming. She opened
her eyes and quickly closed them when the blazing sun hit them. When she opened them again
she discovered that she was not in Spike’s bedchambers like the previous night before. Instead
she was lying on a cot inside what appeared to be a tiny room just outside the kitchen. From her
vantage point on the bed she could see straight through the door and spied Ursula hunched over
a stove, steam rising up and surrounding her body like a bubble.
The last thing Buffy could remember from last night was crying herself to sleep on a cold marble
floor. She couldn’t for the life of her recall how she got here though.
Buffy was so caught up in her thoughts that she hadn’t noticed when Ursula appeared in the
doorway, staring at her.
“Good mornin,” She greeted a little too cheerily. “About time you woke up missy.”
Ursula made her way over to the bed and started to gather up Buffy’s discarded clothes. “Master
William will be wondering where you’re at when he wakes up alone.”
“Don’t,” Buffy pleaded, grabbing onto Ursula’s arm and causing her to drop the clothes. “Let him
believe that I’m gone. That I ran away.”
Ursula looked down at the vulnerable young girl and shook her head. “There would be no way I
could tell a lie like that young one. They know everything around here. Every move you make.
Remember the walls talk.”
Buffy let go of Ursula’s arm and glanced over her shoulder at the wall, believing for a split second
that they really could hear her. Reluctantly she got up out of the bed and allowed Ursula to help
her get dressed. When she was back in her clothes from the night before she followed Ursula as
they both headed towards Spike’s room. She stood in front of the wooden door and silently willed
herself to be calm. There was no way she was going to let her emotions get the better of her like
they did last night. She would not let them break her.
The door swung open with such force that Ursula leapt back in fear. Her hand had been ready to
reach out for the knob when suddenly Spike was standing before them, his eyes jumping back
and forth between the two of them.
“Bring her in,” he ordered stepping out of their way and into the room.
Buffy wasted no time walking into the room and heading straight for the bathroom. She could fell
Spike’s eyes on her as she marched past him.
“Why is she wearing the same clothes from last night?”
Ursula, who had been pulling back the bed sheets, glanced at Spike then over to Buffy. “That’s
the way she was found last night. I could go to Mistress Darla’s room and retrieve some
dresses.”
“Remove the ones she has on first,” Spike instructed, turning his back to Buffy just as she
stopped and turned to look at him. “They need to be cleaned anyway, they’re filthy.”
“I need these,” Buffy snapped. “I’ll be cold if I don’t…”
“Then get under the covers.”
Buffy glanced over at the bed. “I refuse to….”
Spike took two steps and he was right by Buffy’s side, his left hand wrapping itself around her
neck. “You refuse to what?”
Buffy reached up with both her hands and began to claw at his skin. She felt the pressure
increase around her neck and began to panic.
“Go get those clothes Ursula,” Spike suggested never taking his eyes off of Buffy.
When Ursula was gone Spike took hold with his free hand the material of her dress and tore it off
her body. Buffy cried out in pain when one of his nails managed to scrap the sensitive skin above
her breast. Spike smiled.
“Now." He spoke up, bringing his now empty hand back up to rest against her neck. “I think it’s
time I pay you back,” He leaned in closer to her, burying his nose in her hair and inhaling her
scent. He felt her tremble slightly. “Don’t worry pet, I won’t hurt you. Much.”
TBC…………
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