Angelus
It had been a week since Xander had been recovered by Angelus and Buffy had managed to kidnap Xander on the one night Angelus was giving him more freedoms by allowing him to roam around the mansion and garden. He actually fought back as he was pulled away by Darla until she rendered him unconscious with a well placed blow. To say that Angelus was enraged would be an understatement, there’s no word to describe the mood he was in when he found Xander gone. Immediately he took it out on the slayer, knowing she was somehow responsible.
“SLAYER!” He shouted, moving through the streets towards her watcher’s home, he would find her and when he did he would torture her until she begged for mercy.
He had to get a hold of himself; acting rash wouldn’t get him anywhere. Taking a deep breath he knocked on the door, waiting for some kind of answer. He wasn’t surprised when Giles opened the door, crossbow firmly in his hand.
“You know I can’t come in unless invited.” He growled lowly, “So save your bolts and tell me where my boy is. I know your little bitch took him from me, I don’t know how and I don’t care, I just want him returned to me, now, or I will make sure that he makes your life a living hell as well as I.” He ground out menacingly.
The watcher scowled, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” With that he closed the door in the vampire’s face.
Angelus let out a low growl and stalked towards Buffy’s home, he still had an open invitation and he was about to use it. He didn’t bother to knock, just threw the door open, “Come out slayer, tell me where my boy is and I might consider going easy on you and your friends.”
He growled lowly, shifting to his game face and stalking through the house. There was someone here, he felt it. Silently he made his way upstairs. Suddenly the nearest door swung open, giving Angelus a full view of Buffy sitting on her bed, talking with Willow, and Jesse standing right in front of him. He smirked and grabbed the startled boy who let out an indignant yip. Buffy jumped to her feet while Angelus brought his lips close to the boy’s throat.
“Stop slayer or I drive my fangs in.” He warned lowly, she stopped, “Good girl.” He heard someone coming up behind him.
“Buffy, what’s going on up here?” Joyce questioned, walking up behind the vampire.
“Nothing mom.” She searched for an excuse, “Just rehearsing a play.” She said quickly.
“Oh, well, anything I can get for you?”
As Buffy was about to speak Angelus cut her off, “Why don’t you just stick around.” He smiled and pushed Jesse away, grabbing Joyce instead, “The good part is just starting.” The moment she caught a glimpse of Angelus’ face she screamed, “Oh, I love it when they do that.” He smiled, clamping a hand over her mouth, “But it draws too much attention.”
“What do you want Angelus?” Buffy asked quickly.
“Don’t you know? I’ve come for what’s mine, what you stole from me.”
She scowled, “You got Xander back, what more do you want?”
He growled, “He’s gone and you ask what I want? Are you some kind of idiot?” His fangs were dangerously close to Joyce’s neck, “I want my boy back, I know you took him.”
“No, I didn’t!” She replied, “But I’m glad he took off! Get out Angelus, I revoke your invitation!”
He growled lowly and pushed Joyce away, running downstairs and making his way outside. A low chuckle escaped his lips as he made his way back home. He knew exactly what he was going to do, leave that cheerleader, Cordelia, as a reminder of what he was capable of. He had been enjoying playing with her so much that she was still alive. He would let her go, leave her on the slayer’s doorstep and see what happened. With a malicious smile on his face he wrote a quick mental note so he would be prepared when he got home. When he walked in he found Drusilla playing with the girl he had come for.
“Drusilla, back off.” He growled, “I have plans for her.”
She pouted but backed away, “Yes daddy.” She said, licking her fingers off.
Cordelia hung limply from the chains in the ceiling, “Please don’t kill me.” She sobbed, was still very much alive although in a lot of pain.
“Oh, I’m not going to.” He said, grabbing a piece of paper and writing a quick note before picking up what looked like a safety pin. With deft movements the note was pinned to her flesh, “There.” He unchained her, causing her to whimper in pain, before picking her up, “Be silent or I’ll remove your tongue.”
She kept her mouth shut as Angelus carried her to Buffy’s home, depositing her on the doorstep. She looked confused but said nothing as Angelus knocked on the door and ran. He didn’t go far, wanting to see Buffy’s reaction to the severely injured woman on her doorstep. When Buffy opened the door she gasped, looking around quickly, looking for him.
“Willow, hurry, call an ambulance.” She said quickly, carefully removing the note, “Oh God.” She whispered, reading over his perfectly written note.
“What is it?” Jesse asked, walking over, “Cordelia.” He whispered, “What the hell happened?”
“Angelus happened.” She said, handing him the note.
He blinked at it, “Just a reminder of what I’m capable of when provoked.” He whispered, reading the note.
It wasn’t long before the paramedics arrived. Cordelia was strapped to a gurney and carted away to the hospital. It was surprising with the wounds that had been inflicted and the amount of blood she had lost that she was still alive.
Darla had hidden Xander away without anyone knowing. She knew her childe would be angry but didn’t see any other choice. As long as Buffy and her friends didn’t know, she hoped Angelus would leave them alone until she could find a way to help the innocent boy. She felt sorry for him, thought he should have a better life then being Angelus’ pet. The poor boy was already enthralled with the soulless creature.
He let out a low groan, bringing Darla from her thoughts. Immediately he began looking for his master, scrambling out of bed, and searching frantically around for Angelus. Finally he noticed Darla and narrowed his eyes at her.
“You’re not my master, where is he?” He demanded icily.
“Calm down Xander, Angelus is not your master, no one is.”
He shook his head, “you’re wrong.” At that moment there was one thought in his head, one driving force for all his actions, master, “I want my master.” He paused, “And you’re not going to stop me from finding him.”
Cordelia Chase didn’t believe in vampires until she met Angelus. She didn’t know what pain was until she had been in his care and now she wished she had never been out late at night. She wished she had never tried to pick up the mysterious brunette with the chocolate eyes. As she lay in her hospital bed she thought about all that had happened and hoped to whatever god or gods existed that it never happened to anyone else.
“Hey, Cordelia, you feeling any better?” It was Jesse, he had been keeping an eye on her for the past few days now that she was out of the woods so to speak.
“Yeah, a little.” She paused, unsure of what to say, “Thanks.”
“For what?” He looked surprised that she was even talking to him, much less thanking him.
“I know you’ve been here the past few days, making sure I was alright.” She gave him a slight smile, “Thanks for being here. I guess no one else wants to see what happened to the great Cordelia Chase.”
He took a moment to look her over. Her left eye was bandaged, they would have to wait and see if she would regain her sight in that eye. Her right arm was in a cast along with both her legs. She was covered in various wounds and bruises, most of the cuts and gashes required stitches. Jesse thought that all in all she was very lucky, especially to still be alive.
“Well, I think you look just fine, especially considering what you’ve been through.”
She sighed, “I think there was someone else there. That crazy one was asking about a kitten.” She wasn’t sure why she was telling him that.
“Yeah, I know. He has my best friend; Drusilla calls him kitten from what I understand.”
“I’m sorry Jesse, sorry for everything.”
By the time Xander had finally worn himself out and fallen into a fitful sleep, Darla’s room was a disaster. He had thrown everything he could at the walls and door, determined to either escape or make her mad enough to let him go. When neither happened he sat in the middle of the room and screamed for Angelus until his throat was raw and Darla had a wicked headache. After he was asleep she made sure there was food for him and left, locking the door behind her.
“Darla.” She heard Angelus say as she walked down the street.
Quickly she turned to face him, “Angelus.” She replied, “You’re not someone I expected to see.”
“I’m not?” He played looking hurt, “You wound me and here I thought I was your favorite.”
“When I was a soulless bitch you were but now I’m sorry I even made you.”
He shrugged, “Oh well, c’est la vive.”
“What do you want Angelus? There has to be a reason you stopped me.”
“Oh, there is but I just wanted to talk a little before I revealed my purpose, is it so bad to talk to me?”
“Just tell me what you want.”
“Oh, alright, I’ll get to the point then. First I have a question, where’s my boy?”
“How should I know what you did with him?” She replied immediately.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, “You never were a very good liar Darla.” He said, backhanding her suddenly, “I know you know exactly where my boy is. Your answer was too quick, not only that but the way your eyes moved tells me everything.” He stalked forward, narrowing his eyes, “You know how protective of my pets I am, this one is no different, in fact, I’m even more protective of him. He is mine and mine alone. I will not share him and I will not give him up.” He hit her again, “They will all suffer until his return.” He grabbed her by the collar of her shirt, “Do you understand me Darla? They and you will suffer until he is returned.” He tossed her back, growling, game face in place, “And then they will begin to die. Go see what I did to that cheerleader if you don’t believe me.” He growled again, “And trust me Darla, you have no idea what I’m capable of anymore. I know so many more ways to cause pain and suffering now.”
“If you harm any of them I will kill you.” She hissed, “I will drive a stake through your heart and turn you to dust.”
He narrowed his eyes, “I dare you to try it. Bring my boy back and I’ll go easy on you, continue to keep him from me and you will suffer beyond your wildest dreams.” He turned on his heals and started to walk away, “There are more things I can do to a vampire then to a human.” He stated as he made his way through the streets, hunting for his nightly meal.
A smile spread across his face when he saw Willow and Jesse, he didn’t know why they were out only that they were and that was good enough for him. Slowly he approached, being perfectly quiet. He was going to give them another taste while waiting for Darla to give up his boy. He grabbed both of them by their collars, throwing Willow away and grabbing Jesse’s arm, dislocating it with a quick jerk. He screamed and pushed at the vampire, trying to get him to let go. Willow scrambled to her feet.
“Go get Buffy!” Jesse said, punching Angelus as hard as he could.
Willow ran off to get the blonde while Jesse tried to hold his own against the stronger vampire. Angelus snapped his arm as he swung, wringing a whimper from the human.
“Yes, go get Buffy.” He purred, “See, here’s what’s going to happen Jesse, I’m going to give everyone another taste of what happens when they take what’s mine.” He snapped one of his fingers easily.
This continued, Angelus slowly breaking each of his fingers, making him cry out in pain. He was interrupted when Buffy and Willow came running back, he smiled and sank his fangs into his throat, not going to kill him, just mark his handy work. Immediately Buffy kicked him away from her friend. Willow quickly helped Jesse back, moving to help him away so he could get medical attention.
“You spoiled my fun.” Angelus said, licking his lips.
She narrowed her eyes, “Leave my friends alone!” She swung and he blocked.
“Temper, temper.” He said, punching her.
The slayer kicked, sweeping his legs out from under him. He hit the ground with a grunt, getting to his feet before she could stake him, the sharp wood already in hand. Without a thought he grabbed her wrist, throwing her against a tree, not about to have that driven through his heart.
“If you think I’m going to let you turn me into dust in the wind you’re sorely mistaken. We’re going to continue this dance until my boy is returned to me. I’ll continue hurting you and eventually I’ll forget myself and kill one of you instead.” With that he ran off.
She ran after him, intent on killing him, “I won’t let that happen!” She knew Willow would get Jesse to a doctor but she had to take care of this, had to stop him from hurting anyone else.
He smiled at her; standing on the edge of a concrete drop off, “Think you can make the jump?” He questioned, jumping down about three stories. She stopped on the edge and looked down, not sure if she could make it or not. He laughed, “Later slayer.” He said before running off.
“Damn it.” She hissed, looking frustrated.
Angelus looked up at her from the shadows, chuckling softly to himself and lighting a cigarette, “Poor slayer. Go run to protect your friend.” He whispered, taking a drag, “Your friend with the nice virgin blood.” He finished his cigarette and snuffed it out with his boot, grinding it into the pavement, “I’ll visit the cheerleader tomorrow night.” He said to the night as he walked home.