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Chapter 36 – Daddy Dearest


Groggily opening her eyes, Buffy frowned as the dull pain seemed to evolve into a full explosion inside of her head. Groaning in pain, she slowly pressed her hands against the cold, unfamiliar cement floor and pushed herself up to a semi-sitting position. Looking around the bare room that looked like a converted warehouse, she frowned when her eyes settled on her father, staring down at her with a cold smile.

“What’s going on?” she asked, her voice laced with pain as she slowly reached up to touch her tender cheek with the back of her hand.

“Someone needed a lesson in discipline. That’s what I’m here for,” he said, clasping his hands behind his back and pacing around her in a slow circle.

Narrowing her eyes as she studied him, Buffy felt her stomach drop when she realized what was going on. “And you are?”

“Oh, forgive me,” he said with a lazy smile. “I forget we’ve never been properly introduced. The name’s Angelus.”

“Thought as much,” Buffy replied, painfully pushing herself to her feet with a grimace. Locking eyes with him again, she suppressed a smile at the dejected look on his face that she didn’t seem as scared of him as he thought she should. “And how are you here?” she asked, refusing to back down from a demon she’d been warned about her whole life.

“Don’t know, don’t care,” he replied, resuming his pacing, obviously not concerned that the young girl wasn’t chained or tied up. “What I care about,” he continued in a slow, drawn out voice. “Is how you’re here…or more accurately, why you’re still here.”

Narrowing her eyes, Buffy crossed her arms over her chest, refusing to be intimidated. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

“Angel knew,” he interrupted, never faltering as he continued to walk around her in a slow circle while Buffy’s cold gaze followed him. “He was willing to do the upstanding thing and let it happen.” Coming to a stop in front of her, he turned to face her with a deadly glare. “I’m not so forgiving.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she repeated, becoming more uncomfortable with the situation.

“And you never will,” he replied, lunging at her throat.

* * * * *

“Where the hell are they?” Spike growled, pacing around the hotel as Cordelia and Wesley sleepily sat on the couch, watching him.

“Spike, Angel knows this city,” Wesley said, suppressing a yawn. “He’s lived here for over twenty years, and if Buffy went with him, nothing is going to happen to her. Why don’t you go back up to your room and get some rest.”

“Because she would have told me,” he growled, frustrated that the claim was still at such a new stage that he couldn’t pinpoint her location. He just knew that she wasn’t in the hotel. “She would have left a note or done something. She wouldn’t have just up and left. And I wouldn’t have woken up feeling a flash of her pain.”

“She probably just needed some fresh air after she stubbed her toe or something,” Cordelia said, trying to appease the frustrated vampire and ignoring the fact that he had obviously claimed her. “I’m sure she’ll be back soon.”

Opening his mouth to respond, Spike froze when he felt a distinct tremor of fear rush through him as the marks on his neck tingled before panic seemed to explode through his body.

* * * * *

Swallowing a gasp when Angelus came rushing at her with his demon visage firmly in place, Buffy ignored her fear as she threw her arms up to block his attack. His impact propelled them backwards, sending her crashing to the floor. As her back came in contact with the hard surface, she tried to ignore the fresh pain in her body as she struggled to keep his teeth from sinking into her neck. Or from discovering Spike’s marks, since she didn’t know what kind of reaction this version of Angel would have regarding the claim.

Cringing when she pushed against his chest, Buffy managed to thrust her knee into his stomach, hearing a groan of pain and giving her the opportunity to shove him away before rolling over and jumping to her feet.

Panting with the exertion, she watched as Angel got to his feet with a smile on his face that could almost be…pride?

“You know…I knew Angel wasn’t that bright, considering I’m the real brains of the operation, but sending you away just takes the cake.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, narrowing his eyes on the ghost of her true father, unwilling to let him get to her with his fucked up mind games that she’d been warned about.

“Having such a young, willing body at his disposal,” Angelus clarified with a slow smirk. “I definitely won’t mind breaking you in.”

“Okay…one- ew. Two- you’re a little more psycho than I would have thought. And three- eww.”

“It’s not bad if you want it,” he said before dropping his voice to what should have been a seductive whisper, but it was a voice that Buffy found just a little more than disturbing considering the situation. “And don’t worry,” he continued. “After a while, you’ll want it. Oh, there’s definitely some things I have planned for that body,” he said, looking her up and down with a leer.

“Are you trying to test my upchuck reflex?” she asked, raising an eyebrow as she looked at him, continuously reminding herself that this man wasn’t her father. He was merely a mask that Angel was forced to wear.

“Come on, Buffy,” he said, drawing out her name as he looked her up and down. “You know you want it.”

“Can’t say it’s ever crossed my mind,” she replied, tilting her head to the side, not letting him see that he was affecting her as she offered him a tiny smile. “Never been much for the ‘Daddy’ fantasy.”

“And what about Spike?” he asked with a slight growl. “Because that’s what he’s been to you. You really thought he would be good for you? Spike doesn’t know what to do with a woman.”

“Oh, trust me, he’s anything but a father figure. And I’m well aware of what he’s capable of. Consider me broken in.”

Seeing the anger cloud the vampire’s vision, Buffy briefly thought Angel had come to the surface of those brown eyes but soon realized that it was merely Angelus’ rage. Bracing herself for an attack, she was surprised when he merely continued his casual perusal of her body before cocking his head to one side as he narrowed his eyes, studying her face.

“Your eyes,” he said in a soft voice that sounded so much like Angel, gazing at her with a look Buffy didn’t recognize. “You have Darla’s eyes.”

Seeing the flash of pain and curiosity in her gaze before she carefully hid it away, Angelus smiled.

‘And there’s her weakness.’




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