Return Of Evil
Author: Lady Destiny Email: [email protected] Rating: NC17! Summery: Angelus has control of Angel's body again and this time, he isn't going to play any games with the Slayer's friends, he's going directly to her. Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Angel or BtVS. All of the characters belong to Joss Whedon, WB, Fox, etc. I don't make a cent off this story, so no suing. Distribution: My site, BA_Fluff, anyone else, please ask, unless you already have my fics. Feedback: Please! I live on it!
Buffy kicked the vamp as it lay on the ground where her previous punch had landed it. The vampire snarled and attempted to rise. She slammed her two inch wooden heel down on the vamp's chest and it dusted. "Score." she whispered and stepped away from the spot, dusting herself off. It had been a while since she'd patrolled alone, but tonight Oz and Willow were at the movies, Xander and Anya were probably making out, and Giles, well Giles was being himself. Himself being the Giles that was no longer a watcher, and yet helped his Slayer out, and yet some how had a life. She contemplated that thought for a minute then let her mind wander back to watching for vamps. Buffy glanced around the grave yard, looking for more vampires. She didn't see any. She headed for the exit, but something made her stop. She looked around suspiciously, something wasn't right. Her eyes saw no movement. She listened for any sound, and heard nothing. She swung around and thought she saw something, but she wasn't sure, because at that moment, a solid board connected with her head. Angelus watched, amused, as she dropped to the ground like a rag doll. He bent over her, inspecting her. She would have a nice bump when she woke up, but he figured she'd live. He lifted her in his arms and took her to his car, laying her gently in the back seat. "Sorry, babe, had to make sure you wouldn't fight me." he whispered. He grinned down at her, she almost looked like she was sleeping. Quickly sliding behind the wheel of the car, Angelus started it and floored it out of Sunnydale. *** "You're sure you haven't heard from her Willow?" Giles asked worriedly. He listened to Willow's reply on the other end of the line and sighed. "No, no, I'll call Angel, I'm sure he can track her down, you won't need to do anything Willow." Giles listened some more. "Yes, tell Xander and the others, and for God sake, try to keep Xander from running off and being the white knight." He hung up the phone and then dialed Angel's number in LA. "Hello?" Cordelia's voice greeted Giles on the other end, and she sounded as if she hadn't slept in days. "Cordelia," Giles began. "He took her didn't he?" Cordelia cut in. "What?" Giles asked. "Angel, he took Buffy, didn't he?" "Well, she's disappeared and we're not sure," "Angel took her." Cordelia said, not a question this time. "Why would he take her?" Giles asked, not catching on yet. "Giles, Angel's lost his soul again, he was fighting a demon, and the demon took his soul." Cordelia said, no emotion in her voice. "You're referring to...the Thief of Souls?" Giles asked, scanning his memory. "I think so, and Angel killed it after it took his soul." Giles stared into space, in horrified silence. If the demon was dead, then there was no other way to get Angel's soul back, accept for the gypsy curse. "Giles, Giles are you there?" Cordelia asked. "Yes, Cordelia, do you have any idea what he wants to do with her?" "I don't, he didn't say anything to hint at what he might be planning, while he was busy tying Doyle and me up." "All I got from him was 'she'll have an interesting time.'" "Oh, oh dear." Giles whispered. "God help her." Cordelia agreed on the other end of the line. "Cordelia, you and your friend had better come here, we'll all work something out then." Giles said. "We'll be there by tomorrow night." she said and hung up. *** Angelus glanced over at Buffy, she still wasn't awake. He shrugged and looked at the clock in the car, it'd be day light soon, but they were close to LA. It would be easy to hide in that town, he knew it, considering he'd lived there for almost a year. He'd already found a nice place, that no one would be suspicious of and that he had made ready for his love. Angelus turned to look at the back seat as he heard a moan. Buffy's eyes flickered open and met his. "Angel?" she asked weakly. "Not yours," he said dryly and pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex where his new home was. She looked at him in realization, and confusion as well. "How?" she asked. "A demon took my soul, Buff, and then I killed the demon, only way your getting your boy back is if your friends perform the curse, and they have to be a hell of a lot closer than they are right now," he said and got out of the car, coming around to the back. He leaned down and lifted Buffy. She attempted to struggle, but the blow to the head had left her disoriented and weak. "Don't bother," he said. Angelus set her on her feet in front of the door to his apartment and unlocked the door, shoving her inside ahead of him. She stumbled, then caught herself. "Why did you bring me here?" she snapped, turning to face him. "It's time Buff,", he said, moving close to her ,"that you learned a little more about me, up close, and very personal." His hand stroked her cheek and she pulled away and then reared back and punched him. Angelus grunted and brought his hands up to his nose, which was bleeding. "Bitch." he hissed. "I know." she said smugly. "You won't be smiling when I'm through with you, you'll be begging me to take you, and screw you like you've never been screwed." "You wish." she snapped. "I don't wish, babe, I know." "Angel, what do you want from me?" she asked, looking at him earnestly. He was back on his feet now, and grabbed her, jerking her body against his. "I want," he hissed, "your body, and soul, and I want for you to scream my true name, I'll make sure you scream Angelus before this is over." She glared up at him defiantly. "You won't get any of those things from me." she spat out. "We'll see, babe," he said, then pushed her up against the wall making sure she couldn't move. His fingers slid up the tight skirt she was wearing and entered inside her panties. She gasped and jerked as his cool fingers made contact with tender flesh, and he grinned. "You can lie and say I'll never have you, that only your Angel boy can take you, but your body doesn't." He slid his fingers out from under her skirt covered in her juices. "See, funny thing about you, Buff, your body doesn't know the difference between me and Lover boy, but you will," he said, grinning wickedly. "When I'm done, Angel and Angelus will be etched in you as two very different men." "Are you aware of how perverted you sound?" she asked. He slapped her, hard. She winced as her head connected with the wall, and her eyes watered. "Shut up." His hands were sliding her skirt to the floor, and her heels and panties also ended up on the floor. Buffy tried to struggle, but Angelus held her against the wall, not intending to let her go any time soon. His hands worked off her top and then removed her bra. She stared at him in horrified fascination as Angelus removed his own clothing. During that time, he had to release her, but she didn't run though her mind told her to. Angelus smirked at her. "I knew you wouldn't go." he hissed, moving her back up against the wall. He lifted her body against him, and Buffy felt him drive himself into her. She grunted in surprise and pain, then felt pleasure overcome her. This wasn't right, she shouldn't be doing this. Angelus thrust his hips against her, hard, dominating thrusts, that Angel hadn't performed when they'd made love. She hissed as he dug deeper inside her and he answered with a groan. She began thrusting in time with him, and she felt him tense. Angelus hands moved up to her breasts, and were now working them harshly. She half gasped, half moaned as his hands worked them into hardness. His thrusts abruptly became harder and she cried out. Their bodies moved together, in perfect rhythm, pushing each other closer to climax. Angelus' face shifted and he brought his mouth down to her neck and savagely tore into it. The shock of pleasure and pain drove her over the edge into climax, and the word that escaped her mouth surprised and frightened her. "Angelus!" she cried out as her walls clenched tightly around him and his cold seed spurted with in her. They both tumbled to the floor, with her on top. Angelus was panting for unneeded air. This girl had stamina. Buffy's gasps were loud in his ears, and he smiled. It had taken very little to drive her to saying his true name. One step was done, once he had her fully, he himself would be complete. Buffy came to her senses sharply and leapt off of Angelus. "What's wrong lover?" he asked standing and backing her into a corner. "You know I was right." he hissed. "You damn son of a bitch." she spit out and slammed her fist into his face sending him back against the opposite wall. He got to his feet, the ridges of his vampiric face coming into view. He snarled and crossed the room quickly, slamming Buffy back against the wall. She heard a loud crack as her ribs snapped under the force. Her yelp of pain made Angelus smile. "Listen, and listen carefully, Buff, you don't do a damn thing unless I tell you you can, you don't eat, you don't sleep, you don't even fuck unless I tell you too, you don't do anything that I don't tell you." He slapped her for emphasis. "You do anything that I didn't tell you to, and I will personally make sure that your life with me is a living hell, because believe me Slayer, you aren't going any where for a long time." She glared at him. "Do you understand?" he asked low and menacingly. She didn't answer. His hand came up and he punched her, feeling the satisfying crack of her nose as he did so. She went to her knees under the impact. "Do you?" "Yes." she choked out. "Good." He drug Buffy to her feet and shoved her towards the bedroom. "Go get cleaned up." She nodded numbly and stumbled into the room, closing the door behind her. Buffy surveyed the room with some interest. IT was nicely furnished with a large bed and a dresser, along with an adjoining bathroom. She walked in and turned on the water. Her eyes caught site of her reflection. She had a swollen knows and her eyes looked blood shot. Not to mention the broken ribs felt like hell. She wondered if Angel, no Angelus, would even care that he'd broken a couple of her ribs. Not a damn bit, she decided. Buffy slid under the needles of hot water and let it run over her for several minutes. Reaching for a bottle of shampoo, she lathered her hair, and rinsed. She stepped out feeling some what better and grabbed a towel, beginning to dry herself off. She walked back into the room and saw Angelus there. He grinned at her wickedly. "Feel better lover?" She gave him a sharp glare and said nothing. He stood and moved over to her, removing the towel from her body. "You know, I never realized how nice you look after getting your ass kicked." he hissed. She snorted. "Sure you did, you've seen me get my ass kicked lots of times." He laughed in her ear softly. "I have, and I probably will be doing my share of it." He kissed her lips brutally and shoved her back on the bed. "You're mine, and you might as well realize it." he whispered and then jerked her legs apart with his hands and rammed his cock deep inside her. Buffy cried out in pain, at first. Swiftly, however, it turned into pleasure as he thrust in and out of her. Angelus nipped hungrily at her neck, and then moved down to her breasts. He took one roughly in his mouth and began sucking. He heard, with some satisfaction, Buffy's moans of pleasure. She was moaning for him, not Angel, for him. He could feel her silken walls clenching around him tightly and he growled low in his chest. Buffy's hands gripped at his back as he drove himself in and out of her. As he switched breasts, she bucked up against him, and felt her clit make solid, pleasurable contact with his pubic bone, adding to her pleasure. Angelus nipped hard at Buffy's left breast, driving her even closer to climax, but not quite over the edge. She shuttered underneath him, needing release so badly. Angelus knew this and decided to prolong her climax as long as he could. He pulled out of her slowly, and then slid down her body until his mouth was at the juncture between her thighs. Buffy half moaned, half cried out as Angelus took her clit in his mouth and began to work it. He circled his tongue around it, nipping with his teeth at the same time. Slowly, he moved down to her entrance and slid his tongue inside, flicking it tantalizingly against her wet walls. She shuddered and cried out again, as he nearly brought her to climax. Nearly. Angelus drew back and grinned at her. "Angel...please..." she groaned. "Uh uh uh." he reproached her, gently fingering her clit. "Angelus, please!" she cried out, nearly in tears from the need that now controlled her. "Now that's better." he hissed and plunged his full length back inside her. She cried out, raking her nails down his back, and Angelus smelled his own blood. The smell drove him over the edge, and he buried his fangs, yet again, into the Slayer's tender neck. She cried out as she reached the peak of her orgasm. Angelus growled in pleasure as he emptied himself with in her, feeling her blood flow over his tongue and down his throat. The exhausted couple fell back on the bed and Angelus grinned down at her. Buffy heard him utter something in Gaelic. "What?" she asked sleepily. "It means mine." he whispered. Buffy felt a slight indignant flare, that this demon, with her Angel's face dared call her that. It was drowned as the day's exhaustion caught up with her. Her eyes closed, and Angelus smiled down at his Slayer. "Things are about to get very interesting." The End
