Disclaimer in Prologue
Part 3
Buffy gazed at her lover as he growled and jerked the controller to the side, obviously frustrated with the game. She grinned and crept stealthily down the bed and placed her arms around his broad chest. She began to place butterfly kisses along his neck and move her hands up and down his chest. He immediately dropped the controller and spun around with lightning speed, slamming her into the bed and kissing her viciously. She giggled with delight and wrapped her arms around him, stroking his back. He pulled the sheet over them as she arched into him and they continued to kiss as that annoying music from the game kept playing in the
background.
He moved down her neck and she sighed. Suddenly the door to the bedroom was flung open. Annoyed, both Angelus and Buffy turned to glare at the intruder. They looked through the black transparent material hanging from the bed and saw Drusilla standing in the doorway, a pout on her face and her arms crossed. Angelus swung
his head back to face Buffy, and she sighed, dropping her head onto the pillow and rolling her eyes. He reluctantly rolled off of her and they both sat up, Buffy smoothing her hair as she sat clutching the sheet to her chest. She looked to the side, staring at the wall and looking bored before looking back at Drusilla, who had not made a sound. She rolled her eyes again and spoke in an agitated tone.
"What?"
Drusilla looked off dreamily for a moment, then back at Buffy with daggers. "You destroyed our happy home. I've come to take my Angel back."
"Please," Buffy snorted, snuggling up to Angelus and running a hand down his body under the sheet. "Does it look like he wants to go back to you? Did you hear me before, or were you off in wacko land?"
"Be careful, missy," Dru warned, shaking a finger at Buffy. "You shall be spanked if you keep talking in that tone."
"Has potential," she grinned wickedly at Angelus, who raised his eyebrows. "Besides, I didn't wreck your sick, twisted home. I made it more...interesting. See, we're sisters now. So why don't you go back and play with your little dollies while we finish what we were doing."
"Sister...I used to have a sister. And then her blood ran from her little body when she was ripped apart by my Angel and he sipped it all up and wanted more. So he went over to my poor Mum..." she trailed off, looking out into a far-off place that existed only in her mind. Angelus looked at Buffy and shrugged.
"Yes, well, isn't that nice. So why don't you let sister finish with Daddy and then we'll all go out for dinner. Sound good?" Buffy asked, as though she was speaking to a toddler. Drusilla nodded, content for now. She floated out of the room, whispering something about mosquitoes and closed the door behind her.
"Daddy, huh?" he teased when they were alone again. She shrugged then looked back at him with a wicked smile on her lips.
"Yes, Daddy. And what does Daddy want me to do for him now?" she asked as she rolled over, pinning his body to the mattress.
"I think you can guess," he whispered in her ear. She smiled again and nodded.
"I have some ideas," she replied, capturing his mouth with her and claiming it.
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"So, who shall we kill tonight?" Angelus asked some time later. They were lounging on the bed, cuddling like a normal couple. Buffy looked up at him.
"Hmm...I was kinda thinking Mommy Dearest. She was always such a pain in the ass," she replied. He sat up and swung his legs around to the side of bed, brushing aside the material as he stood. She reluctantly stood as well and began to dress.
"I was thinking...why don't we go do some real shopping? Like maybe tomorrow night. You can't very well wear one outfit all the time like Dru," Angelus said as they finished dressing and walked out of the room. Night had fallen and the place was pretty much deserted, save for Spike and Drusilla who were in their room watching Wheel of Fortune.
"I never pictured Spike as the type to watch those cheesy game shows," she said as Spike's voice was heard shouting out an answer to the puzzle. He shrugged. "So, where to tonight?"
"Why don't we go back to your house, then maybe to the Bronze, see if we run into anyone," he replied. She smiled and nodded.
They walked to Buffy's house and knocked on the door. A haggard-looking Joyce Summers answered the door.
"Buffy! Where have you been? You've been missing for a whole day, everyone keeps calling the house, asking for you. And why are you with him?" she demanded, giving Angelus an evil look.
"What the hell are you wearing? You look like a hooker!"
"Mom, will you chill? Sorry about not coming home, I was kinda busy. This is my new boyfriend Angel. He helped me pick out the outfit. Isn't it cute?" she asked. "Aren't you going to invite us in?"
"I'm debating it," she replied.
"Well, we can continue this conversation in the house. Plus I'm starving."
"Fine, come in. But you are grounded, young lady. And I don't want you going out with that boy again," Joyce said as she closed the door behind them and locked it. She turned to face her daughter and gasped. "Buffy...what's wrong with your face?"
"Nothing," she smirked through her fangs. Grabbing her mother viciously, she stroked her face. "Thanks for the invite in, Mom. You made this so much easier. I promise to make it as painless as possible."
With those words, Buffy bit into her mother's fragile neck, gulping the blood. Angelus stood off to the side, in the shadows, watching her kill her own flesh and blood. She finished and dropped the body as if it was nothing, then went over to Angelus and kissed him hungrily. The blood from her mother mixed in their mouths. She broke it off and gazed at him.
"That was fun. I need to go up and get some stuff, wait here, okay?" she said, then ran up the stairs. Angelus wandered into the living room and picked up a photo album. Opening it, he saw pictures of Buffy from her old school. The times she had been crowned for different popularity contests, with her friends, at the beach talking to guys in her little bikini. He was amazed at how sinister and evil this bright, innocent girl had become. He replaced the album carefully and walked back out into the
foyer just as Buffy came down the stairs with a duffel bag. Without a word, she stepped over her mother's sprawled out body and opened the door. They walked out together and went back to the mansion, ditching her bag before heading to the Bronze.
"I don't see them, do you?" he asked as they searched the Bronze. She turned to him with a sensual look in her eye.
"Well then, why don't we go dance?" she said, holding her hand out to him. He took it and she led him out onto the dance floor, where a pulsing song was playing. She began to move to the music, throwing all caution to the wind as she let lose. She danced around him, running her hands over his body, making gestures with her body through her motions. She ran her fingers through her hair then pulled him close for a kiss. When the song ended she led him over to a couch, where she pushed him down. Straddling him, she kissed him passionately, losing herself in him. He pulled her body closer to his and locked his arms around her waist. They stayed that way until they felt several pairs of eyes on them. They broke off and looked at each other, grinning, before Buffy turned slowly around.
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They walked in silence to the Bronze, side by side. They were tired and worried for their friend, the Slayer, who had been missing for the past twenty four hours. They were afraid to think of what could have happened to her, had she fallen into the clutches of her ex-boyfriend. They paid the cover at the door and walked in, searching the club for a sign of her. They felt unprotected without her to guard them against the forces of darkness. Staying as a group, they moved around the club, ignoring everyone else there.
Xander pointed to the couch and everyone turned to follow his finger. There they saw Angelus making out with a blond girl who was not wearing much as a shirt.
"God, when Buffy finds out, she's gonna have a..."
But he never finished the sentence, for at that moment the girl twisted her body around to show her face. They all gasped at the sight of Buffy, wrapped in her sworn enemy's arms, her lips swollen from his kisses. She turned back around and gave him one more lingering kiss before they got up and walked over to where the group stood, in complete shock. "Didn't your mother ever tell you it's not nice to point?" Buffy smirked at Xander. He automatically retracted his finger, not believing Buffy had just been kissing Angelus. She reached up to touch his face. He shrank back at her cool touch, warning bells going off in his head.
"Buffy, what's going on?" Willow asked, finding the courage and nerve to speak. Buffy turned to gaze at her.
"Nothing. Angel and I were just making up for lost time. Why, is there a problem?" she responded. Angelus wrapped his arms around her lithe body and ran his hands up and down her chest.
Moaning, she arched into him, turning her head to one side and closing her eyes. He winked at Xander, almost laughing at the evil stare the boy gave him. It was so clear he still loved Buffy, this must be just killing him. She reached one hand up to his head, guiding it down to her neck where he alternated placing butterfly kisses and licking her collar bone and jugular vein. She pressed close up against his body as he continued his administrations. Cordelia cleared her throat.
"Geez, get a room. What's with you two and all the touchy-feely stuff? Aren't you, like, sworn enemies or something? And what's with the outfit? New occupation, Buff? Hooker, perhaps?" she said, tossing her brunette hair over her shoulder. Both Buffy and Angelus looked at her with glares, Buffy dropping her hand back down to her side and Angelus tightening his hold on her body. She growled at him playfully.
"Yeah, well, that got kinda boring. I decided to just give in, you know, make love, not war. Which is truly amazing..." she replied and winked, amused at her friends' obvious distress. And she hadn't even dropped the bombshell on them...
"Okay, still kinda not clear as to why you two are so lovey-dovey all of a sudden," Oz said and Willow nodded. Buffy looked at her in disgust. She was so weak, always letting other people speak their mind and just agreeing with them. Well, soon she wouldn't be a follower. Soon she'd be dead.
"I want her, she wants me, it's first grade math, really," Angelus replied.
"Okay, I think this is the part when Buffy pulls the stake out of her..." Xander trailed off, looking at Buffy's outfit, the skin tight leather, the see-through long-sleeved shirt and push-up bra. He realized there was no place she could hide a stake. "Well, she'll pull out a stake and kill you and we'll all go back to our normal lives. Right?"
"Here," Willow offered a stake to Buffy, who took it and dangled it from her fingertips, seemingly mesmerized by it.
"Wow, how thoughtful of you guys. I�'d better be careful," she stage-whispered to Angel, loud enough so the others could hear. "One wrong step and POOF! Bye bye Buffy," she smirked, shaking her blond head.
"Buff...what're you talking about?" Xander laughed nervously, knowing exactly what she meant. It all suddenly clicked, the cold hands...kissing Angelus...that little remark. He looked at Buffy with horror flooding his face. She just smiled sweetly. "You wouldn't die from a stake, unless that one's magical and kills Slayers too."
"Oh, come on Xander, you're not as stupid as you look--" Buffy said, but was cut off by Angelus.
"You sure?"
She smirked. "Okay, maybe you are. But even an idiot could figure out what I mean. Aww, don't look so shocked! You guys must've known he'd turn me sooner or later."
"Yeah, but we kinda thought it would be later...like after you killed him," Xander said. She just shook her head. Angelus whispered something down into her ear. She nodded.
"Okay, I think now this is where you guys run to Giles and tell him his precious Slayer has turned to the dark side," she laughed. "Come on guys, it's classic. You know you want to."
They looked at each other in shock, then, without one word, turned and bolted out the door. Buffy just spun around to face Angelus with a grin on her face. She leaned up and kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth.
"I think that went well, don't you?" she mumbled into his lips. He nodded and pulled her closer. They broke off and Angelus put his arm around her as they exited the club.
"We finished a lot earlier than I thought we would. Why not go shopping now and while we're there we can get a bite to eat," he suggested. Walking back to the mansion, they took one of the cars to the mall. He helped Buffy pick out everything and by the time they were done she had an entirely new wardrobe. She chuckled to
herself as they drove home.
"What?" he asked as she reached over to caress his cheek.
"Oh, just thinking how pissed my darling sister Dru will be when she sees that Daddy spent all his money on his new little girl and bought her nothing when he changed,"
she said. He laughed.
"You're really into this whole family thing, aren't you?" he teased. She nodded.
"I think it�s hilarious. Plus it's pretty much the only thing Dru understands. You sure did a number on her.� They drove the rest of the way home in silence, had one of the minions park the car, and walked into the house. Drusilla was dancing around the room to some music only she could hear, but looked up as they approached.
"Why, Angel, you bought me some presents!" she squealed with delight and attempted to launch herself into his arms. Buffy dropped the bags she was carrying and stopped her.
"Sorry, Dru, but these are mine." Drusilla looked at her.
"Do you hear it? Do you hear the music? It's a waltz...Angel, dance with me," she said, pulling him over to her and beginning to dance. Buffy shrugged, indicating to him
to just go along with it and picked up the bags he'd dropped. She walked into their room and began to take all the clothes out, sprawling them on the bed. When she was done, she stood back and looked them over. There was an array of tight tank tops, tube tops, halter tops, low-cut scoop neck shirts, short skirts, a few pairs of pants, and tons of shoes. She put everything away in the dresser Angelus had had put in for her, keeping one outfit out. She changed into the short black skirt and tiny tube top and walked back out into the room, putting her heels on as she went.
She surveyed the scene. Angelus was still dancing with Dru and Spike was sitting there, watching them with murder in his eyes. She walked up to him and sat by the cold fireplace.
"Pisses me off too," she said, startling him. He let his gaze wander over her body and he raised his eyebrows.
"New outfit, I see. I take it he took you shopping?" he said. She nodded.
"Yeah, I think he maxed out his Visa on me. I can't believe her. First, she interrupts us, now she�s dancing with him? Can't she get it through her insane head that he's mine?" Buffy asked, outraged. They had stopped dancing and she was cooing to him. Buffy took that as her cue to cut in.
"Okay, I'm breaking up this little love fest now," she said as she approached the two. He looked at her relieved, then saw what she was wearing and his jaw dropped. He pushed Drusilla away and took her in his arms.
"I'm guessing you approve?" she said, a smile on her face. He just nodded. "God, imagine all the guys I could've gotten if I had dressed like this."
He looked at her, anger beginning to stir. How dare she even think about other guys? She had him. That was enough.
"You're mine," he said to her.
"Oh, please, don't tell me you're already staring with the over-protectiveness," she retorted.
"If I ever catch you with another man..." he trailed off.
"What? Huh? What would you do to me?" she challenged.
"I'd make sure you never forgot who you belonged to again," he replied. She raised her eyebrows and smirked.
"Honey, I hate to break it to you, but you belong to me."
"What?" he asked, stunned.
"If you didn't, then why change me over? Why not just kill me and leave it at that? Why keep stalking me, taunting me? It's simple to figure out. Flattering, really," she replied. He looked about ready to hit her, but his action surprised her.
He grabbed her and smashed his mouth to hers. She responded instantly and they began moving in the direction of the bedroom. Before they closed the door, Buffy broke off the kiss, reaching for something in the room. She hung a Do Not Disturb sign on the door then slammed it shut. Spike just grinned while his princess, who was in obvious distress, mumbled to herself about the sea.
"There, there, kitten. Everything will be okay," he soothed. She smiled at him and placed herself in his lap, stroking his face.
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