I ushered Buffy into the waiting limousine, and then informed her that I�d be back in two minutes. She was in a state of shock, so she didn�t think to question where I was going as I slid off into the dark to take care of these problems once and for all.
It was easy to split the brake cables on Fish boy�s Mercedes when he went inside to get the keys that he�d left behind in his mad panic to get away and abandon the scene that I presented earlier. It was even easier to make the quick phone call on his car phone to William.
�Will?� I asked, hoping he was the one to answer.
�Yeah, mate,� came his heavily-accented voice. �What�s up?�
�Need you to do me a favor,� I said, casting my gaze towards the limousine that currently harbored everything in the world that mattered to me.
Buffy.
It dawned on me that escaping with her meant pulling her into my eternal darkness forever. For surely once I had spent a week with her just the two of us, I�d never find it in me to let her go. My only problem now was her willingness to believe that her friends and family cared for her at all the way that I do. But as I know, that�s easy to handle. All I have to do is weaken, and then destroy them in every essence of the word. If someone is dead, they can�t possibly love someone living�I, of course, am the immediate exception to that rule, I rush to remind you.
My real dilemma comes not with the murdering, for I have enough blood on my hands and I don�t care too much if blood is added from these rich snobs. No, my dilemma comes to making sure that Buffy doesn�t find out, and that her living friends don�t interfere. If they do�Well, the funeral home will have a little more business. I just can�t allow them to make Buffy wary of me.
Like I�ve said a thousand times, I need her light in my darkness. I never thought I did before. But now I see that I do�And I always have.
**
Let me just say, that I had no clue that this was going to happen. When Angelus said that he and I were �leaving��I really had no clue he meant it to this extent. But nonetheless, I find myself now, on a plane headed for Canada.
Canada!
What the Hell am I going to do in Canada? Angelus assures me that we�ll find something to amuse ourselves in the peaceful country, but my mind keeps telling me that the only thing to do in Canada is drink beer and play hockey. And I�d just like to state for the record, that I don�t know the first thing about either of those subjects.
However, Angelus seems to think that I�ll enjoy myself in the mosquito capital of the world, so I trust him. Oddly enough, I trust the man that just tore me from my home and told my entire family to go to Hell, eat shit, and die. Strangely, it would probably be in that order that these vicious acts would be committed.
�Angelus?� I asked warily. He hadn�t said much since we left my place, and I was starting to worry that perhaps he was inwardly cursing himself for embarking on a trip of this caliber with someone who can�t exactly drive a car without crying. But when he turned to look at me in answer to my quest for some sort of reaction from him; all of my doubts just disappeared. He smiled, and lifted my hand to his lips for a tender and loving kiss. My heart melted to him.
�I�m not regretting anything,� he told me as if reading my thoughts. Damn I hated that he could do that�But then again it made things so much easier when I didn�t have to say what I was thinking, or fearing. �I love you Buffy, and we�re going to be together. No matter what. Understand?�
I smiled faintly, and nodded my head to show that I understood, although inwardly I still had mild doubts that he�d want me after the first week of our adventure together. I just wish he would tell me his entire plan for this trip. Did he really want to get married to me? Or was he just interested in keeping me his for a while? Was he talking about forever? Turning me?
Just then, my phone rang. I can�t believe I forgot to turn it off! That means we can be traced! Damn it Buffy, you�re always doing the dumb things. I pulled it out of my handbag, and looked down at it. The caller wasn�t my father, thankfully. But Willow. Oh thank God! So my father hasn�t traced me yet�yet.
�You can answer it,� Angelus chuckled softly, knocking me from my thoughts. It dawned on me then that I�d been staring at the phone as it rang three times� and then four� and five� and six times.
�Oh,� I clicked it open and took a deep breath. Being on first class in the middle of the flight, meant that I was allowed to use my cell phone. Thank God for that. I held it up to my ear and answered, �hello?�
�Buffy!� Came Willow�s frantic voice. �Oh thank God you�re alright! Where are you? What did Angelus do to your dad?�
�What do you mean?� I was already confused. �Angelus didn�t do anything. He just told my dad to go to Hell when Riley tried to propose, and then we took off.�
�Riley tried to propose?� Willow was shocked. But she cut me off before I had the chance to reply, �Listen, it doesn�t matter. Tell me what Angelus did, because Riley is in the hospital, and your dad�s place just exploded into flames. Um�Go somewhere private so we can talk.�
All of the blood rushed from my head. I looked over at Angelus, who was acting as if he didn�t notice anything that was happening. �Excuse me,� I stood up and scooted past him. By way of explanation I said, �bathroom.� I went as fast as I could while still looking normal to Angelus and the rest of the passengers on my flight. Once inside the bathroom, I asked, �Willow are you sure?�
�Yes, Buffy,� she sighed. �I�m looking out my window right now. I can see the flames coming from the explosion. And I just got a call from your dad�s assistant Marianne, asking if I know where you are, and telling me to tell you what�s going on in case I happen to talk to you.�
�Is everyone okay?� I asked, hot worry streaking through my veins with nothing to freeze it�s course.
�Apparently,� Willow said quietly. �Riley�s in surgery right now. His brakes were cut, and his gas line was snapped so there was a huge explosion. And your dad is unconscious. Your mom�s fine. Mr. and Mrs. Finn got out without a scratch. Buffy, everyone knows Angelus did this. I�m serious. You need to get away from him right now. He�s dangerous.�
�Not to me, Wil! And how do we even know that Angelus did this? I mean, he�s been with me the entire time, so he couldn�t possibly have had the time to pull off an intense murder plot. The only time he wasn�t with me was when�� I trailed off as I remembered the few minutes when he first took my from my father�s house, when Angelus hadn�t been with me. No! It can�t be. He wouldn�t�would he?
It didn�t seem so impossible when I remembered what he�d said when I told him I had priorities to keep me with my family. He�d said��Not for long�� Oh dear Lord, tell me he didn�t do this.
**
It�s a damn shame, really. I was hoping to leave the innocent read head alive. But I guess I should have known that innocence leads to concern for your �best friend��Although technically Willow�s no best friend. She made out with that boy Scott when Buffy dated him temporarily.
Yes, I know all their little secrets. That�s what being a vampire of the darkness, is all about. Secrets. You have them. I know them. I harbor them until I need them to make something go my way. It may sound childish or selfish, but really it�s not. In my opinion, children that blackmail each other aren�t immature, they�re way ahead of their game! They shouldn�t change their ways, because those ways are going to get them just what they want�No matter what the cost.
Which leads me back to my phone. I dialed William quickly, and spoke briefly. I had a certain respect for the redhead because she seemed generally sweet and kind�However, that doesn�t excuse her messing with my mate and I�s life. So a quick call to Will, and she�ll be gone.
It�s just a damn shame, like I said, that it had to come to this.
**
There was a knock on the door then, and Angelus asked, �Buffy, are you alright?� My eyes widened in horror.
�Willow, listen to me. I don�t know what�s going on, but be careful, okay? If anything happens, call me and let me know. I�ll keep my cell phone on no matter what. Just make sure you call me if anything happens.�
�I promise, Buffy,� she assured me. �Be careful.�
�I will,� I said, just as Angelus banged on the door again, a little more forcefully this time. �Buffy!� he called through, his voice picking up a hint of edge to it that showed he wasn�t happy about being kept waiting. �Buffy, open the door dammit!� I clicked off the phone just as Angelus broke the door open.
Seeing me, he let out a sigh of relief. �Oh thank God,� he whispered, stepping into the bathroom and pulling me into his arms. �I thought maybe something was wrong when you didn�t answer me.�
I attempted a brave smile. �Why would anything be wrong?�
He shut the broken door and latched it, then turned back to me. �That�s what I was wondering,� he smiled, a genuine smile that I rarely ever saw from my dark lover. He stepped forward, pushing up against me in the limited space of the washroom. True, first class washrooms are a lot bigger than coach stalls. But also true, Angelus is an extremely large man�Even if at the base of it, he�s not entirely a man.
It was then that I felt an extremely male part of him, pressing insistently into my stomach as he pulled me into his arms and captured my lips for a searing kiss that left me breathless. I was apprehensive due to what Willow had just told me, but the second Angelus kissed me I felt like I couldn�t resist. He was so powerful over me with his dark allure and his charming beauty.
I dropped my cell phone.
Even the fact that we were closely surrounded by a hundred other people, separated by a simple wall of steel: wasn�t enough to make me give up his kiss. I needed his kiss. I needed everything he could give me. I felt like an addict. I could only wonder briefly�Are there support groups for women addicted to Angelus D�Aestas?
�Angelus,� I whispered as his hands trailed down the silky material of the black top I�d changed into at Angelus� when we stopped there before going to the airport. �Angelus, we can�t do this here.� I had to ask myself why on earth I was trying to fight against something I wanted so very bad.
He chuckled softly, knowing me too well. His lips trailed down my neck and he whispered, �yes we can�And yes we will.� His fingers hooked under the hem of my shirt, and he pulled it off to reveal my black, lacy bra. Well you can�t really call it a bra, because it honestly doesn�t do much. It�s more like a piece of alluring lingerie that I had put on with my evening gown for dinner, thinking that perhaps if everything went well, I could sneak off with Angelus after I went to �bed� for the night.
He clamped his teeth over my left nipple as his fingers began working on the top of my jeans. I gave in then, and my fingers made their own trail down his chest and to the top of his dark dress pants. I felt a fire as hot as lava coursing through my veins as I nibbled on Angelus� lips. I knew I could never get enough of him, no matter what I thought when he was plotting to kill my entire universe of family and friends. Angelus was a part of me�Eternally.
Kissing him with all I beheld in my soul, he pushed me back and sat me on the small counter. I could only think that this was going to be awkward with my jeans still on, but Angelus surprised me with his knowledge of how to make anything work�Any place. Pulling my jeans and panties down to my knees, he then lifted my legs up to my shoulders. That worked. I was open and bare to him, and this position would enable him to penetrate me further than he had ever before.
Feeling the head of his thick member pressing on my dripping folds, I gasped and my eyes shot open to lock gazes with his dark pools of mystery. I smirked softly at the idea that I�d found paradise. It was all in Angelus. He was ecstasy. Perfection defined. Everything I�d ever dreamed of, and everything I�d never known to exist as a possibility for my future.
He pushing in slowly, taking his time to enjoy the total and utter feeling of �rightness� that we both felt when we were joined together. Pulling out again, he pushed back in as he clamped his lips over the throbbing vein in my neck, intensifying the emotions running through me ten times.
�Angelus,� I whispered in a breathy voice as he drew out of me and pushed back inside. �Harder. Please, harder,� I begged, wanting to feel everything he could give to me. �Oh God, please harder.�
He growled, sending vibrations through my blood stream. In the distance, I swear I heard a ringing of some kind. Was it an alarm clock? Was it a phone? Was it a watch of some kind? What the Hell was that noise?
And as Angelus drove me insane pinching my nipples, pushing into me with a driving force, and sucking my neck�The phone stopped ringing.
On the floor, the small cell phone�s screen announced that the caller was�Willow. The brief message on the phone was solemn, short, and meaningful in all its frightening syllables.
It said simply, �Help.�