Angelus
When Xander awakened and noticed that Angelus wasn’t there he decided to make his escape. Quickly and quietly he made his way to the door, picking up his towel from the previous night’s bath he wrapped it around his waist, not really caring too much if it remained in place or not. Being picked up by the cops for streaking was better than being here. He silently praised god for the unlocked door as he peeked out. Only seeing one vampire didn’t put him at ease, that was one vampire too many in his book. He wasn’t sure how he finally made it outside but the moment he was out the door he ran.
William the bloody, also known as Spike for his penchant of torturing with the aid of railroad spikes, was in search of his sire. His companion, the weak and insane vampire Drusilla, needed his help. She had barely survived a mob in Prague and Spike wasn’t about to lose his Dark Princess. When the young man in a towel ran into him he was surprised. He hadn’t been paying as much attention as he should have been. Quickly he grabbed the struggling boy.
“Oi, Dru, dinner.” He said, dragging the boy over to her.
She looked at him for a moment, “Daddy would be most cross if we ate his kitten for dinner.” She purred, running a finger down Xander’s cheek, “The kitten shouldn’t try to run away from daddy.” She cooed to the struggling human, “Daddy will be most pleased to have you back. He’ll make his kitten squirm and bleed and cry. Cry such pretty tears.”
Spike raised an eyebrow, “So Dru love, do the stars tell you where ‘daddy’ is?” He held Xander firmly.
She put a finger to his lips, “Shhhh.” She looked up at the stars and moon.
“Spike? Drusilla?” It was Angelus, Xander struggled harder.
Drusilla beamed, “Hello daddy.” She purred, “Spike found your kitten running wild.”
Angelus scowled, “My kitten?”
Spike turned to face him, “Dru says this is yours Angelus.”
The elder vampire’s eyes narrowed and he growled dangerously, “Boy! You’re going to suffer for this after I stake your guard.” He was infuriated.
“Xander!” It was the slayer.
“Buffy! Help!” Xander cried.
Angelus growled lowly, “Spike, get him out of here, I’ll find you later to get my boy back and catch up.”
Drusilla growled, “The bad slayer wants to take daddy’s kitten.” Her eyes narrowed, “And mommy wants to help her.” She said as Spike pulled her along.
“Angelus.” Darla was with Buffy this time. “Go get your friend Buffy; I’ll take care of Angelus.”
He smiled, “Darla.” She swung, hitting him.
He growled, game face in place. Immediately he retaliated, hitting her in return. Buffy ran after Spike, Drusilla, and Xander, “Hold him.” Spike said, giving Xander to Drusilla after knocking him out, “I’m going to put another notch on my belt.”
Buffy caught up to find Drusilla petting an unconscious Xander and Spike waiting for her. Immediately she dropped into her stance, determined to get her friend back. Spike smiled at her, shrugging off his jacket.
“Ready to play slayer?”
She smiled, “With a weakling like you? Yes.” She taunted.
Spike growled, she was trying to bait him and he knew it. He had killed two slayers, knew how, and knew what made them tick. They all had a death wish and he would play death come to call.
“How’s the soul treating you?” Angelus teased, blocking a punch and delivering one of his own.
She snarled, “It’s your fault you know, if you had been there I wouldn’t have it.”
“You’re right, I would.” He laughed, “Honestly though I’m glad, I don’t think I’d make a good lap dog but you do.” He continued to goad her as they fought, “Have a stake with you Darla? I need one to get rid of the weakling you’ve become. Do you think shooting you would work since you’re practically human now?”
Darla knew she was going to have to run soon, she only hoped Buffy had gotten Xander back. She would run the way they had gone, “Oh slayer!” Spike’s voice could be heard by both Darla and Angelus, “You’re so much more fun then the other two!”
Darla ran, she had to help Buffy, “Buffy!” She shouted, running into the area they were fighting in, “We have to get out of here!”
“Not without Xander.” She swung, hitting Spike in the jaw.
“Mommy can’t have daddy’s kitten.” The insane vampire said firmly, petting Xander’s hair.
“Drusilla, give him to me.” Darla coaxed.
She shook her head, “No, it’s daddy’s kitten. Mommy has the bad, dirty soul; she won’t give daddy his kitten.”
“Good girl Dru.” Spike praised, hitting the slayer hard.
Darla shook her head and took on the persona of the person she once was, “Bad Drusilla, give him to me now.” She ordered, her voice angry, “Give mommy the kitten now.”
Drusilla shook her head, “No mommy, daddy would be cross with me.”
Darla really didn’t want to hurt her but Angelus was almost there. She moved to take him when she heard Angelus growl lowly.
“Good girl Dru.” He praised as she inched away with Xander firmly in hand, “Bad Darla.” He said, shaking his finger at her mockingly, “No treat for you.”
“Buffy! Now! We have to go or we’ll never be able to get him back, we’ll be dead.”
Buffy looked torn as she fended off Spike. Suddenly she ran towards Drusilla, intending to grab Xander and run. When Spike got in front of her she quickly changed directions, running off. Darla went after her.
Angelus held a hand up, telling Spike to stay, “There will be plenty of chances.” He looked over at Drusilla, “Good girl Dru.” He walked over and she held him out like a doll.
Angelus took him just as he was waking up, “He was a bad kitten. You’ll make him cry, won’t you daddy?”
“Oh yes, I’ll make him cry Dru. I’ll make him cry and bleed and when I’m finished he’ll never try to leave again.”
Xander paled, “Can I watch daddy?” She asked, looking excited.
He smiled, “We’ll see Dru.” He looked over at Spike, “What brings the two of you here?”
“Need your help.” Spike said, it was obvious he didn’t really want to be here, “Well, Dru does. See, Dru and I ran into a bit of a spot while we were in Prague and well, Dru almost died. Need your help to make her better.”
Angelus nodded, “Alright, I’ll see what I can do. In the mean time let’s go see about staking my boy’s guard.” He pulled Xander along, motioning for Spike and Drusilla to follow.
Together, the four of them, returned to Angelus’ home. The moment they entered Angelus pulled Xander to his room and threw him in, closing the door behind him. Angrily he looked for a stake, still upset that Xander had escaped. Grabbing the minion that he had assigned to guard his boy he pulled him over to where Spike was waiting. Drusilla was looking around at everything while still staying near Spike.
“Will you hold this for me Spike? I need to find a stake.”
Spike smiled as the minion begged for his life. He smirked as Angelus came back with a stake, “Don’t you think that’s a little too easy on him?”
“Yes but I don’t have the time or inclination to torture him right now, I have a pet to torture instead.”
“Well, I want some sleep and I think Dru wants to watch you play with your pet.”
Angelus nodded, “I’ll show you where you can stay then I’ll go get my whip and Dru can watch.” She clapped happily as Angelus led them to a room, “You can stay here.”
“Thanks.” Spike said, flopping onto the bed, “Make sure Dru takes it easy.” He said as the two of them walked away.
Xander had tried to find a way out of the room; he was panicking and knew Angelus would be coming for him soon. Finally he wedged himself between the bed and the wall, trying to put as much space between him and the door as he could. When it opened he heard a whimper escape his lips.
“Come here boy. I’m going to start counting and for every second I have to count you’ll get five more lashes at the end of your punishment.” He growled. Before he could even begin Xander scrambled out, standing in front of him. He chuckled, “Good boy.” Drusilla smiled and sat down to watch, “Turn around, hands on the wall.” He ordered icily, cracking the whip once.
Immediately he complied, swallowing hard. When the first strike bit into his back he gasping, trying to prepare himself for the next strike. He couldn’t prepare himself for the pain, Angelus was good, he hit the spot right next the first strike wringing a whimper from his boy’s lips. He continued, wielding the whip with great skill. Blood trickled down Xander’s back, his hands gripped at the wall beneath his hands. He was determined not to scream, he had to will his legs not to collapse under him. His back was on fire as Angelus tore into it. He heard Drusilla purr as she watched the trickles of blood flow down his back and legs. He was shaking, could hardly keep standing, but Angelus wasn’t about to stop. Holding in his cries, he bit his lip, his teeth going through the tender skin. Finally his legs gave out and he hit the floor, shaking violently. He was on the verge of passing out when Angelus stopped, putting the whip aside.
“I’m surprised you didn’t scream.” He said, gripping his chin and turning his face so he could see, “But you bit through your lip.” His thumb ran through the blood that had trickled down his chin, “Come here Dru.” He said with a smile.
She stood and moved towards him, smiling, “Yes daddy?” He held the blood on his thumb to her lips and she licked it up, purring, “Daddy’s kitten is sweet.”
Angelus chuckled, “I’m glad you think so Dru.” He ran a finger through the blood on his back, letting her lick his fingers clean.
Xander whimpered, afraid that this reprieve wouldn’t last long. He was right. As soon as Angelus had finished toying with the blood he jabbed his fingers into one of the wounds causing him to scream loudly. His fingers probed each wound painfully.
“Please oh please god please stop I can’t take anymore.” He babbled through his cries. Tears streamed down his cheeks, “Please!” He begged.
“Are you going to try to escape again?” He questioned as Drusilla grabbed his hand and lapped the blood off.
He shook his head, “I’ll never try to leave again, just please stop, I’ll do whatever you want.” He sobbed.
Angelus smiled, “Good, go wash up quickly then come right back here. This is a test of your words.”
Xander didn’t hesitate. He did exactly as he was told. Not able to walk, he crawled to the bathroom and cleaned up as best he could before crawling back. Whimpering and shuddering in pain he collapsed on the floor. Angelus looked down at him before picking him up and putting him on the bed.
“Be still.” He ordered, smearing antibiotic on his wounds.
Xander whimpered but didn’t move. He felt the bed move next to him as Angelus got up, walking out with Drusilla in tow. The human lay in excruciating pain, every movement or attempted movement reminded him of his punishment. Finally he fell into an uncomfortable sleep, whimpering in pain as he drifted off.