Everyone literally dropped what they were doing and followed the empowered little blonde woman into Angel�s office. The energy coming off of her was saying, �Don�t fuck with me right now�.
�What�s up?� Dawn asked worried. She hadn�t seen Buffy like this since when Glory showed up on the scene last year.
Putting on the best face she could muster at the moment, Buffy told them as calmly as she could, �Angelus is back, just like I saw in my day dreams.�
All of the group hung their heads with this devastating news. They were totally unprepared for this. Well, not totally, but it was unexpected this soon. Plus they thought that everything was under control between Buffy and Angel.
�What happened?� Gunn asked Buffy first.
Turning away ashamed she said, �Angel and I-� and indicated with her eyes the rest.
Everyone said either, �Dear Lord, or Oh Fuck.�
Both were directed at Buffy when they glared at her. They didn�t want to hear it from her. She caused this problem that they were currently in and this time, they were looking to her to see what could be done.
�I�m sorry.� She could say, but nothing would make this better. Not until she could restore his soul. Once Angel was back, it was be alright. Now she just had to find a witch that could perform the spell. She had to find the witch that had the spell first, first.
She stood there as all of the A:I group left the hotel as well as Dawn and went out into the day. They didn�t feel like being cooped up with a homicidal killer. They�d leave that to Buffy.
As she heard the front door practically shut the emptiness of the hotel filled her soul. The dreaded feeling of being alone in a HUGE with HIM was not something that was soothing her nerves right now. In fact, that�s why she had nerves. It was just her life long dream to be in a Hotel with Angelus chained upstairs. Now if it was Angel� she inwardly laughed at that thought.
Picking up the phone, she needed to call Willow and see if she still had a copy of the Ritual of Restoration spell.
�Hello?� Willow answered the phone to the Summers house.
�Will, do you still have the Ritual of Restoration?� Buffy immediately jumped to the point of the phone call.
�No Buffy I don�t. It went with all the other magical stuff. I�m so sorry. Why?� she asked.
�Oh shit! Will, I gotta call you back later.� Buffy said as she slammed the phone down on the receiver.
�Didn�t think you�d get rid of me that fast did ya Buff?� Angelus snidely asked as he stalked to her like a wild animal getting ready to feed on its willing, innocent, unsuspecting prey.
What the fuck happened? He was chained up! How did he get loose? What was going on that head of his?
�I know what you�re thinking. You want to know how I got out right? Out of magical, unbreakable, solid chains that even a vampire slayer couldn�t get out of. Well, it�s simple really. Someone was sloppy and left the key within reach.�
Running his hand along her shoulder line, he whispered in her ear, �That�s not like you Buff. Especially when it comes to someone like me. You�d think that you�d be extra careful not to leave the key sitting on the desk next to me.� He moved his hand down to her lower back and curved his hand along the outside of her firm ass.
Buffy did not move. His presence was filling her every being and it was frightening to her to the tenth degree. Still, she couldn�t find it in her soul to push him away. A part of her was craving that kind of relationship. The kind of relationship that she was sure she would have let herself have with Spike if Angel hadn�t re-entered her life.
The broken, hollow, shell, dark part of her craved his touch and his attention to her flesh. The things that she knew he would and could do to her body were what was tempting her to just give in and say, �Fuck me.� For real this time.
�You know what makes me angry Buff?� he asked with a little more danger in his voice. He tightened his grip on her waist as he bit into her ear.
Deciding to be cute she quirked, �When you get staked through the heart?�
Laughing dryly he replied, �No, when cute, sexy little blondes leave me chained up in a hotel room and I don�t get my pootie.� (Here ya go Sarah)
�Pootie?� she asked lamely. What kind of word was that?
Gripping her ass tighter he smacked her right ass cheek and emphasized, �You know Buff, the pootie. You�re incredible, delectable, sexy little firm ass.�
�Don�t be acting like you�re a little cherry Buff. I�ve already popped that, twice. Come on, you know you want to let me. Just give in.� he cooed into her ear.
Buffy brushed her blonde locks back and allowed him better access to her neck as she felt his smooth tongue run along her pulse point which was rapidly pumping in her veins at his attention.