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BAD ANGEL	By : Abbyland Category: > Angel(us)/Buffy > Angel(us)/Buffy Views: 11481 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-BAD ANGEL
- 2-Part 1
- 3-Part 2
- 4-Part 3
- 5-Part 4
- 6-Part 5
- 7-Part 6
- 8-Part 7
- 9-Part 8
- 10-Part 9
- 11-Part 10
- 12-Part 11
- 13-Part 12
- 14-Part 13
- 15-Part 14
- 16-Part 15
- 17-Part 16
- 18-Part 17
- 19-Part 18
- 20-Part 19
- 21-Part 20
- 22-Part 21
- 23-Part 22
- 24-Part 23
- 25-Part 24
- 26-Part 25
- 27-Epilogue
- 7
- 8
- 9
A/N - Sorry for the delay. Real life refused to be ignored and I had to go out of town for a few days. This chapter is rather long and fairly busy so it makes up a little for the late update.

WARNING: Things are getting ugly. They will continue to get ugly for the next chapter or two but it will improve slightly towards the end. I said that Dawn does not have sex and I am keeping my word, she does not. But I never said that she won't get hurt so I am just preparing you. Don't get too upset, she'll be fine. But like I just said, it gets ugly.

Part 7

Later that night Angel lie awake watching Buffy sleep. He was mesmerized by the shadows the moonlight streaming through the small window cast across her face. Even in the dim light he could see her features clearly. She looked so much like her mother. He was curious at how little she resembled Hank. Listening to her deep steady breathing, he explored her face, memorizing every detail of her check bones, her nose, her eyebrows, her lips. Everything. He�d seen her so many times and each time she took his breath away. And in her sleep, the serenity of her countenance captivated him. She looked so young, so childlike. Careful not to wake her, he lightly traced the outline of her face down to her collarbone. As he touched her he couldn�t help but wonder what might have been had they met under different circumstances, if they were different people. What would it be like if she were his of her own free will? Would he be happier with her than with Cordelia?
Thinking of Cordelia suddenly reminded him of his meeting with Lindsey earlier that night. Lindsey was right, he was running out of time and that was assuming Cordy kept her mouth shut. He needed to put more pressure on Buffy. He needed to see how much control he had over her, how far he could push her. He grimaced. He was enjoying himself immensely as things were and although he enjoyed seeing people in anguish he really didn�t want to get into the ugly stuff just yet. But he was too much of a realist to fall into a false sense of security. With Ethan�s trial being what it was, it was only a matter of time before the feds caught up to him. He knew that going into it. In fact, he would have left the country right after the abductions had he intended to keep Buffy and Dawn. But the plan was to torment them both, more specifically, to send Buffy over the edge and then return them to Hank shattered and used. Staying in the country was a big risk and he would die before going to prison so he couldn�t afford to get careless, he couldn�t afford to deviate from the plan just because he liked Buffy. Resolving to make Hank suffer, he decided it was time he met Dawn.

The next morning Cordelia woke to the sound of her doorbell ringing. Dragging herself out of bed, she opened the door to discover Lindsey on the other side.
�What are you doing here?� She asked surprised.
�Good morning to you too. No offense Cordy but you look like hell.� He was a little taken aback by her appearance. Her crumpled clothes, her swollen, bloodshot eyes and disheveled hair. She was usually so well groomed.
�Well, I feel like hell, so what do you want?� She was in no mood for this.
�I want to talk about Angel.� He responded as he brushed past her and into her apartment.
�Well I don�t, so get out.� Her voice dripping with venom.
�Come on Cordy, there�s no reason to get hostile. Can�t we just have a civil conversation about the man you sleep with?�
�I don�t sleep with him anymore.� The coldness of her voice was unnerving.
�Oh really? I didn�t know you had broken up again. Angel didn�t mention that at all when I saw him last night.�
�You saw him last night? At the ranch?� She wondered if Lindsey knew what Angel was up to.
�Yes I did and he didn�t mention a word about it. Actually he seemed rather concerned about you.� He didn�t want to give away anything more than what she already knew.
�I don�t care what he�s concerned about. We�re through.�
Suddenly serious, he spun around toward her, his face hard as stone, his voice menacing. �If I were you I�d be very concerned about whatever he�s concerned about.�
Taken aback by the sudden change in him, she countered, �Excuse me? I should be concerned about him? Why is it always about him? You know, I thought you were different but you are just as deluded and self-centered as your cousin.�
�Oh Cordy that is funny. YOU of all people are calling me self-centered when the only reason I am here is because I have your best interests in mind.� He knew Angel wouldn�t be too happy with him warning Cordelia.
�My best interests? What about my best interests? Tell me what entirely selfless reason you have for being here.� She challenged.
Pausing briefly he replied, �Let�s just say that for your benefit, it would be wise to reconsider your attitude.� Again, not wanting to give away more than necessary.
�For my benefit? Are you threatening me?�
�I�m not threatening you. Believe me, I�m the last person who wants to see you hurt. What I am doing is giving you a friendly reminder of whom you are dealing with. You know who Angelus is. And what he does, what lengths he goes to. Don�t let the fact that he occasionally fucks you blind you to that. And don�t think for a second that he won�t hurt you. If I were you, I�d tread carefully.� Lindsey responded before he started to leave. He�d been there long enough. If she were as smart as he hoped, she�d get it.
Realizing that Angel knew she was on to him, she remarked, �This is to keep me quiet.�
Glancing back at her he replied, �This is to keep you safe.� Then he was gone.

That morning Giles, Gunn, Finn, Willow, Spike and Agent Harris were sitting in Giles� conference room going over everything they uncovered during their research. From their work, they discovered that numerous people were directly affected by Rayne�s conviction and that many of them might have reason to want revenge against Hank. There were several other organized crime lords who were prosecuted on the heels of the Rayne case. And many of their associates lost their fortunes and were completely ruined.
Their initial research generated over sixty names before they narrowed their focus to people still living in the country. Now the list of possibilities was just under thirty. Among the names of Ethan�s business partners and associates were also the few personal connections they were able to find. Delegating the responsibilities, Giles, Finn, Gunn and Harris focused on Ethan�s business connections while Willow and Spike concentrated on any remaining family he had.

Joyce and Hank were sitting in their attorney�s office discussing possible measures to stop The Star from publishing its story. Richard Wilkins III had been Hank�s attorney since he left the District Attorney�s Office and he had known him since they were in law school together. He had known Buffy and Dawn since they were little girls. When he heard of their abductions he was stunned. He couldn�t believe that someone would want to hurt his friend so. And now to have this sleazy tabloid dragging their poor daughter�s name through the mud was simply intolerable. He had a meeting with The Star�s attorneys scheduled for the following day and if he still could not dissuade them from publishing the story, he was scheduling a hearing for the following week where he would petition for an injunction to stop the publication. He already had an appointment with a judge set up to request a temporary injunction in the meantime. Despite the Freedom of the Press hurdle, he believed that the gravity of the situation and Hank�s position in the Senate would help persuade the Court.
However, now The Star was only one of the many problems with the media. After Hank spoke at the press conference and the censored version of the first tape was released, the media fascination into their lives only intensified. Now, two very different images of Buffy Summers, and the Summers family in general, were competing for the spotlight and the public was insatiable. The contrasting impressions created by the two tapes set off a feeding frenzy for anything and everything that might shed light on the situation. Suddenly the entire country was very determined to know exactly who Buffy Anne Summers was.
In the time that had passed since the tabloid story broke, numerous old friends and acquaintances were dredged up and interviewed as if they held the key that unlocked the mystery of the senator�s daughter. Several of her coworkers and fellow volunteers gave glowing accounts of her dedication and kindness. Her old boyfriends, Owen Thurman, Scott Hope and Ben Anderson each gave comments revealing various details of their past relationships with her. Although each painted her in a very different light, their opinions were generally favorable. In addition to her former boyfriends, there were also comments from a few of her friends and former acquaintances from high school and college. Most portrayed her as being kind and very thoughtful but a few made her out to be a bitch. The less favorable accounts often focused on embellished and over dramatized accounts of arguments that Buffy allegedly had with her parents or her sister as a teenager. The tantalizing tales were offered as some form of proof of the alleged ongoing feud between them. However, despite their claims the fact that these were at best second or even third hand accounts tended to undermine their credibility. Not to mention the fact that the arguments that actually did occur were about normal teenage stuff like dating and her allowance or Dawn stealing her clothes and not some major rebellion. Another such instance was the so-called recollections of Buffy�s trip to Cancun, Mexico during the Spring Break of her junior year. What was a few days in the sun hanging with her friends became a sordid tale of drunken stupors, wild sex and absolute debauchery. And the people spreading this particular information didn�t even know Buffy but claimed to have met her during the infamous trip and were merely �acquaintances� of the senator�s daughter. However despite obvious inaccuracies the slander continued. It seemed that Buffy�s detractors, however few, were more interested in the media attention than providing honest opinions. And that was the problem. Most of the people who spoke favorably of her were uncomfortable with publicly discussing her in the first place. The comments they gave were often brief and nonspecific. Whereas her detractors seemed to gravitate to anyone with a camera and a microphone ready to share whatever salacious tales people were willing to hear. Some of the stories were beyond incredulous but they seemed to satisfy the public�s extraordinary fascination and preoccupation with the lifestyles of the wealthy. The entire country seemed captivated by what it perceived to be the fall from grace of one of the nation�s most respected families. Buffy�s young life played out like a soap opera with her �apparent� abduction being just one of many scandals for the Summers family.
It was a complete nightmare and Hank and Joyce feared what Buffy would come home to once she and Dawn were rescued. And how she�d react.
Lindsey sat in his office when the phone rang promptly at noon. It was Warren.
�Yes?�
�McDonald?�
�Ah yes, Warren. What�s going on with the investigation?�
�It�s like I said, they�re looking at the Rayne case. I don�t know if they know about Angelus yet but they�re sure to find out soon enough. He can�t hide for much longer.� He hoped Angelus was done fucking around with Hank�s daughter.
�Hmm, we need more than that.�
�I don�t have more than that. I don�t have access ��
Interrupting Warren�s little excuse, Lindsey countered. �YOU listen to me you little ingrate. You figure out a way to find out what the fuck is going on with that damn private detective. I don�t give a damn what you have to do to do it. And I expect to hear from you by tomorrow with something concrete, do you get me or do we need to reconsider our arrangement?�
�NO! No, I�ll do it. I�ll find out what�s happening and I�ll give you an update tomorrow.�
He answered frantically. He couldn�t afford to piss Rayne off.
�I thought you�d see things our way. Given your position, it wouldn�t do for your � entrepreneurial activities to come to light now would it?�
�No, you don�t have to worry, I�ll get it done.�
�Great. Till tomorrow then.� Lindsey thoroughly enjoyed making Warren squirm.
�Yes, tomorrow.�
Warren then hung up the pay phone and walked into the nearby restaurant. He had volunteered to pick up some take out for lunch in order to make his phone call to Lindsey and now he had to hurry back to the Summer�s residence. After picking up the food, he got in his car headed back. He was deeply concerned. He needed to find out what exactly was going on with the investigation. As he contemplated the situation, he couldn�t help but reflect on the predicament he was in. He deeply resented that he was at Rayne�s beck and call and for the life of him, wondered how the hell he got into this situation. But he knew how all too well. He had a gambling problem. It started in college with an occasional trip to Vegas. Now, he blew his entire salary on any kind of gambling he could find, from the casinos to the racetrack and most professional team sports. He was always betting on something. And most often he lost. Of course, you�d think he�d have quit before getting in so deep but of course that�s not how it happened. When he first started gambling heavily, his bookie, Mr. Trick, ensured he had a long winning streak. He doubled, tripled and sometimes even quadrupled his wagers overnight. It was amazing, it was exhilarating and it was addictive. Soon he was betting larger and larger amounts and still the winnings kept coming. It was great for a while. However, soon his luck changed, or rather Trick changed the odds against him and he was losing big even faster and more dramatically than he won. Even then you would think he might have gotten out. Instead, he kept betting in hopes that his lucky streak would return. By the time he realized what was happening, he was in an enormous debt and Trick�s people were after him. He was so desperate that he began abusing his position to help out a few of Trick�s friends as a form of payment. The favors he performed ranged from turning a blind eye to certain illegal activities to breaking the law outright himself. Eventually the favors became more and more demanding and egregious. Now he was as bad if not worse than the people he was supposed to be putting away. But even with all of his double dealing and underhandedness, he was still in debt in a major way because naturally, once he began �helping� them out, he was allowed to gamble again and his credit line was increased. That�s when the insanity really began. Somehow he got this idea that he could win enough to settle all of his debts and finally be completely free of Trick. It didn�t take long before his was in an even deeper hole. And soon threats of exposure and even death were his daily nightmare. He barely escaped with his life on several occasions.
That�s when he sought out Angelus Rayne. He needed a heavy weight on his side so he used his connections to make contact. Within days he was in Lindsey McDonald�s office discussing his problem with them. That�s when they made their arrangement. Rayne would take care of his problem with Trick. And he�d take care of Rayne when the occasion arrived. To be honest, he never expected to be called upon quite so quickly. In fact, he sort of hoped that he�d never have to hold up his side of the bargain. But that was not to be. It didn�t take long to realize that he�d pretty much gone from the frying pan to the fire. Instead of having numerous thugs to tamper evidence or lose paperwork for, he now only had one. But Angelus Rayne was no thug. He was Satan. He was educated, wealthy, distinguished and he had many legitimate businesses. And he had the most diabolical and conniving mind Warren ever had the misfortune of encountering. During their first and only meeting, Rayne made clear that he knew every corrupt thing that Warren had ever done. The message �Fuck up and you will go down� came across loud and clear. That was the last time he saw Rayne. After that he only dealt directly with McDonald. He was Rayne�s puppet ever since. He was in so deep he had no choice.
As he drove, he could feel the noose tightening around his neck.

As he pulled into the Summers� driveway, he remembered that Agent Harris was now helping with the research and had access to Mr. Giles� office. Carrying the food into the house, he decided it was time to get to know Harris better.

A few hours later Parker called.
�Abrams.�
�You wanted to talk.�
�Yes, what�s going on with your end of the investigation?� Lindsey wanted to get this over with.
�Nothing much, just a bunch of useless leads. The tape is causing quite a stir.�
�Yes it is. The entire thing seems to have taken on a life of its own. What is your partner up to?�
�Finn is being a good boy as always.� He rolled his eyes when he thought of his partner.
�That�s no surprise. Is he working with that private detective?�
�Um, yeah he is.�
�And?� His annoyance coloring his voice.
�And like I told you, they�re closing in.� Parker was a little exasperated by the entire situation.
�Yes but has anything new happened? What has Finn said?�
�Nothing specific. Just that they�re looking at a major case Summers handled some time ago.�
�Keep a close eye on him. Talk to him, get him to reveal what he knows.� Then remembering Cordelia he added, �And Parker, keep your ears to the ground just in case any leads come in. I want to be informed immediately of any developments.� Again he hoped that Cordelia took his advice and kept quiet.
�You�ll be the first to know.�
They then hung up and Parker returned to work.
As he walked back to the precinct, he couldn�t help but wonder why Angelus Rayne was so obsessed with Buffy Summers. Surely a man like him could get any woman he wanted, why do this? But who was he to question Angelus Rayne? Parker had seen the man at his worst and he had no desire to relive the experience. He saw the mutilated bodies of Rayne�s enemies that washed ashore and he had no interest in crossing the man. He remembered the first time he met Angelus Rayne. It was because of a drug deal gone bad and he was one of the investigating officers. A few days into the investigation, Lindsey McDonald approached him outside his home. Apparently they�d done a lot of research on him and knew he was hurting financially since his divorce from Harmony. He was paying rent in addition to child support for three children. Not to mention his credit card debts and loans. His detective�s salary was stretched beyond its limit and he was barely keeping his head above water. They also knew he was willing to do anything for a buck. So Rayne offered to make it worth his while if he made the drug dealer�s legal problem disappear. He did and was well compensated. Ever since he was always willing to assist Angelus for a fee. It made his cash flow problems distant memories. And that�s when Parker got in deeper. After helping the dealer out, he became greedy and decided to have his cake and eat it too. Rayne was paying him to help Rac and Parker pressured Rac to supply his recreational drug habit. He wasn�t an addict as such but whenever things got a little stressful or he wanted to party with a friend or two, he knew Rac would hook him up, no questions asked. It was the perfect set up.

Entering the precinct, he sat at his desk and wondered what his cowboy of a partner was up to. When Riley returned from Giles� office he�d see what he could learn.

Just after lunch, Dawn visited Buffy again. They were sitting on the bed busily chatting when Angel suddenly walked in startling them both. Buffy instantly tensed up.
�Angel? What are you � I mean, I didn�t expect you until � later.� Buffy strategically placed herself between him and Dawn as she stumbled through her sentence. It didn�t go unnoticed by Angel. He inwardly laughed at her fierce protectiveness. It always came in handy.
�Well Lover, I couldn�t wait till then. I had to see you now.� He stalked over to her as he spoke. When he was right in front of her, he gently caressed the side of her face.
�Please, not � now,� Buffy�s voice was just above a whisper.
�Why not? You�re here; I�m here. And I want you.� He totally ignored her attempt to have a discreet conversation.
�But Dawn�s here. You said we could visit for a while.� Again she tried to keep their discussion low.
�I know I did. But I think now that you and I are so, uh, friendly, it�s time Dawn got to know who I am. Don�t you?� With that he passed her and sat on the bed just a short distance from Dawn.
Dawn looked at him suspiciously before looking at her sister, �Buffy, what�s wrong?�
�Nothing Dawn. This is Angel. The man I told you about.� Buffy was getting more and more apprehensive by the second and she again placed herself between Angel and Dawn.
�You told her about me?� Angel feigned ignorance. He knew Buffy hadn�t told her anything more than who he was.
�I told her you are responsible for bringing us here. That�s all.� She hoped her emphasis on the last phrase sent a clear message to him.
It did. But he chose to ignore it.
�I see. Well, continue talking and just pretend I�m not even here.� Smiling he slowly got up and walked around the room.
Buffy knew he was up to something and the tension between them continued to rise. Dawn noticed it and moved further into the corner of the bed. She was beyond confused by the apparent familiarity between her sister and Angel. Buffy sat quietly as she watched Angel circle the room. When he walked over to the chest and unlocked the draw fresh tears came to her eyes. As he pulled out a pair of handcuffs and put them in his pocket she jumped up.
�Please, ok, just please send her back to her room.� She knew whatever he was planning was going to be horrible and she couldn�t let Dawn be there for it.
�Now why would I do that? Maybe she could learn something.� His smile turned into a leer.
Walking up to Buffy, he placed his arm around her waist, pulling her closer.
�No, not like this, please!� she pleaded. She couldn�t let him do this with Dawn in the room but she knew if she fought back he�d hurt them both. Angel smirked, amused by her obvious dilemma.
Dawn sensed Buffy�s uncertainty and slowly rose from the bed.
�Buffy?� She asked nervously. She got no response, as Buffy and Angel remained intently focused on each other.
He lowered his head and tried to kiss her but she evaded his mouth and pushed him away. Her refusal incensed him and his eyes turned wild. He grabbed her roughly and pulled her over to the bed.
�Don�t!� she screamed as she instinctively fought back.
Seeing her sister in trouble, Dawn jumped on Angel and began hitting him with all her might. Pulling Dawn off him by her hair, he pushed her down onto the floor with one hard shove, never once releasing his hold on Buffy. Groping Buffy as he walked, he started pulling her pants down as she kicked and pushed him off. As they struggled he lost his balance and they both fell over onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and proceeded to fight for control. Dawn approached the mass of struggling limbs in order to help Buffy but Angel saw her coming and while he held Buffy down, savagely kicked Dawn in the gut, knocking the wind out of her and sending her to the floor a second time.
Using his brief distraction, Buffy tried to kick him off her. However her attempt only managed to further anger him. They struggled for several long moments before Buffy managed to get away from him. But as she tried reaching for a chair, he caught her and pulled her right back before she could get to it. When he threw her back onto the bed, she tried standing again only for Angel to viciously backhand her. She yelped as she fell back onto the bed and within seconds Angel had one of her wrists cuffed to the rod iron headboard.
Once he got the upper hand, he continued pulling her pants off while she struggled and screamed under him. As he worked, Dawn managed to get to her feet again and despite her pain, picked up a chair and swung it with all her strength. But Angel saw the blow coming and managed to evade most of the force. She made contact with his torso rather than his head. Angrily he turned from the now restrained Buffy and went after Dawn. She screamed and tried running out the door. It was locked. She tried to escape him but he cornered her and sent her to the floor again with a slap. Once she was on the floor he continued to rain blows down on her. Buffy could only move as much as her cuffed wrist would allow and she was too far away to do anything. She moved off the bed as far as she could and fell onto her knees, crying helplessly as Dawn screamed from Angel�s brutal attack.
Suddenly his assault was halted by Buffy screaming his name.
�Angel! Oh God, please, I didn�t mean it. I do want you. You know I�m yours. Please, you don�t have to do that. Just come back to me and I�ll do what you want. See, anything you want.� Buffy�s free hand feverishly worked to finish push down her pants as she blurted out everything she knew Angel wanted to hear.
He smiled. She was so predictable. After a moment�s pause, he released Dawn who now lay on the floor clutching her side and wincing in pain. She had a bloody nose and several darkening bruises. He stood and calmly sauntered over to Buffy.
Dawn watched him move over to her sister and frantically cried out. �Buffy no!�
Keeping as much fear out of her voice as she could, Buffy tried to reassure Dawn. �It�s ok Dawn, I�ll be fine.� She knew it was an obvious lie but she had to keep him from hurting Dawn further. And there was only one way to do that.
�But Buffy, you can�t!� Dawn pleaded desperately with her.
Without breaking eye contact with Angel, Buffy replied, �I have to.�

In the next moment, Angel had Buffy in his grasp and roughly kissed her as his hands squeezed her breasts. Using her free hand, she pulled him even closer to her and wrapped her legs around him, deepening their kiss and returning his fervor. She knew it looked bad but she couldn�t think about that right then. If she had to fuck his brains out to protect Dawn, she would.
When he pushed Buffy onto the bed, Dawn began to cry. She couldn�t move to help Buffy. Her body hurt too much from his attack and she was certain she had a few cracked ribs. Merely breathing was an enormous effort. Her every muscle hurt and refused to budge. Out of despair she turned away, curling up in the corner as best she could. Her face buried between her lap and the wall while she covered her ears. She couldn�t watch this animal hurt her sister.
Seeing Dawn retreat into the corner, Angel pulled back and turned Buffy around, pushing her onto all fours, although her cuffed wrist limited her movement. With her ass in the air, he lowered himself and parted her sex. He held her exposed to him and then looked at Dawn before speaking, a smug grin on his face.
�She goes absolutely wild when I suck her cunt, Dawn.� Although her head was turned, he knew she could hear him. Then, pointedly, he buried his tongue deep within Buffy. Buffy desperately tried everything to suppress the little whimpers that escaped her but Angel seemed determined to humiliate her. His mouth latched onto her clit and his fingers pumped into her with a vengeance. The room was filled with the sounds of his mouth suckling her flesh. She wriggled and squirmed in his grasp and finally buried her face in the pillows to muffle her cries.
�Listen to her moaning like a whore, Dawn.� He felt Buffy flinch at his words and knew he�d struck a nerve. He was enjoying himself immensely and her reaction only deepened his resolve. Perhaps moving into the uglier parts wasn�t such a bad idea after all. He drove her to the brink within minutes and only stopped when her body quivered with her orgasm. Freeing himself as the spasms coursed through her, he plunged into her with all his strength. Buffy closed her eyes and bit down on her lip to suppress her scream. He fucked her hard and fast, rubbing her clit to ensure she climaxed.

Despite her efforts, Dawn could hear Angel�s vicious grunts as he ploughed into Buffy. And to ensure she got the full picture, he began shouting.
�Come on Lover, give it to me. You say you want me, so fuck me.� He tightened his grip on Buffy�s hips as his rhythm became more frantic. His fevered pace shook the bed violently and his loud grunts echoed throughout the room. Buffy, ever mindful of Dawn�s presence, tried to be as quiet as possible. Angel, on the other hand, got louder with every thrust.
�You know when I saw you on TV I knew you�d be a good fuck.� He punctuated his crude words with a thrust.
Buffy climaxed with a silent scream, her body jerking wildly under him. Minutes later, Angel came with a howl as he pumped his seed into her. She slumped down onto the bed, shell-shocked and pulled herself into a tiny ball when he zipped up his pants. She couldn�t look at him. She couldn�t look at Dawn cowering in the corner either. Emotional numbness overcame her as she further withdrew into herself.
Angel looked at the quivering mess that Buffy Summers had become. He had done this to her in a matter of days. It wouldn�t be long now before she cracked. He smiled when he imagined the wreck she�d be when he returned her to Hank, used and broken. Moments later he left, leaving Buffy cuffed to the bed.

Several minutes passed in silence. Neither sister moved nor said a word. Then, gingerly, Dawn moved from the corner and stumbled closer to her sister, limping slightly. Buffy had a far off look in her eyes, like she wasn�t really there, her body still shaking from Angel�s assault. Quietly, Dawn pulled the covers over her before she climbed into the bed, careful of her own injuries. Without a word, she wrapped herself protectively around Buffy, gently entwining their fingers.
It was a long time before Buffy spoke.
�I didn�t want you to see that.� Her voice was barely a whisper.
�How long has he been �doing � that?� Dawn couldn�t say the words.
�Since the beginning.� Buffy could hardly believe it had been less than a week since her abduction. It felt like an eternity.
�Why didn�t you tell me?� Dawn was hurt that Buffy hid something like this from her.
�What was I supposed to say, Dawn? Oh by the way, I�m fucking our kidnapper to keep him from raping you. And besides, would you have been able to stop it if I had told you?� Buffy couldn�t help the bitterness in her voice.
�No, I�m sorry. That�s not what I meant. I know you�re just trying to protect me. But he�s raping you. I just � I just don�t know what to say.� The helplessness she felt angered her.
�Neither do I.� The resignation in Buffy�s voice broke Dawn�s heart.
As the tears fell down Buffy�s face, Dawn gently squeezed her hand. She snuggled closer when she felt Buffy squeeze hers back. A while later, they both fell asleep.

Hours later, both sisters were jarred awake by Angel entering the room. Forrest and Graham followed him in carrying Buffy�s dinner. Dawn held onto Buffy tightly, both seeking and offering protection. Angel smirked at her show of defiance and would have enjoyed ripping into her again had he not other matters to take care of. So he got down to business.
�Take her to her room.� Forrest and Graham immediately began extricating Buffy from Dawn�s grasp.
�NO! No, I won�t leave her with you.� Dawn screamed and struggled against their hold on her.
�Dawn, I�ll be ok.� Buffy�s words lacked all form of conviction. No one believed her.
�But Buffy�� Tears were again falling down Dawn�s face.
�Dawn, please don�t make this harder.� The look in Buffy�s eyes silenced her. She got the point. The more she fought, the more Angel was likely to hurt both of them. Reluctantly, Dawn allowed them to lead her from the room, leaving Angel alone with Buffy.
Once Dawn left, Angel walked over to the bed and sat next to her. She spoke first, softly.
�You didn�t have to do that. I, I was sleeping with you. I wasn�t fighting. You didn�t need to �� She looked away, unable to finish.
He leaned forward and whispered sensually in her ear, �You once said I was a monster. And guess what, I am.� Suddenly he pounced and crushed his mouth against hers. She evaded his mouth and pushed back against him with her free hand, again attempting to free herself.
�Oh no, you don�t get to fight back now.� Gripping the back of her head, he forced his mouth over hers and shoved his tongue down her throat. When she started choking he pulled back and laughed at her futile struggles. Then he got up and walked over to the chest. He opened the drawers and pulled out all the sweat pants and T-shirts, leaving only the lingerie.
�What are you doing?� She asked alarmed as he bundled the clothes together.
�I�ve decided I like you better with fewer clothes on.�
�But, I can�t wear that � stuff when Dawn visits.�
�That doesn�t matter. She won�t be visiting anymore.�
�WHAT?� She yelled.
He laughed outright at her stricken expression; then answered, �She has proven to be too much trouble.�
�But � please? I promise that won�t happen again. I won�t fight, I won�t.� Fresh tears stung her eyes but she fought them back.
�I said, no.� The warning in his voice silenced her. After what just happened with Dawn, she didn�t think she could push him much further without deeply regretting it. Then he began walking towards the door.
�Angel?� She frantically called to him before he could leave.
�WHAT?� His roar made her jump.
�My wrist. I can�t � I need to use the bathroom. Please.� She held up the cuffed wrist as proof.
He eyed her carefully then slowly walked over to her and unlocked the cuff, leaving it attached to the headboard. She quickly grabbed her wrist and rubbed the chafed skin. While caressing her wounded flesh she whispered, �Why are you doing this?�
She got no response.
As he walked away and picked up the bundle of clothes, he called over his shoulder �Get cleaned up. I�ll be back in the morning.� And with that, he was gone.

Buffy sat silently for a moment before the floodgates opened and she was awash in tears, huge sobs wracking her body. She lost her chance to see Dawn.

Hours later she had showered and lay resting on the bed. Her mind kept replaying the events from earlier that day. How he forced himself on her and beat Dawn. She knew he was testing her. But she didn�t know why or whether she passed or not. To be honest, she wasn�t sure if she wanted to. Dawn�s screams kept echoing in her ears and she pulled the pillow closer to block it out. She kept seeing Angel fucking her from behind, as if she had somehow left her body and was watching the entire scene unfold. The sounds of his grunts and the force of his thrusts plagued her. As she tried to escape the memories, his crude words came back to her.
�When I saw you on TV I knew you�d be a good fuck.� They echoed over and over in her mind, the crudeness of it stung her. Gradually the kaleidoscope of images subsided and Buffy slowly focused on his words. He saw her on TV. Something about that stood out to her but she wasn�t sure why. As she thought about it she remembered that that was the last time she had seen her parents. The weekend they shot the family interviews for the Dateline exclusive was the last time she had gone down to her parents� house. The last time she had gone home.
Suddenly, those last moments with her mom and dad meant everything and she desperately tried to remember everything that they�d shared that weekend. She clung to the memories of her mother smiling and her father�s arm draped around her. She felt so safe then, unlike now. Then a memory came to her. They were all taking a break between shots and she was having her make up retouched when she overheard part of her dad�s conversation with Stone Phillips. He asked Hank if he had heard that Ol� man Rayne had been released from prison and recently died.
Buffy bolted upright in the bed, eyes wide. Ol� man Rayne? Then as if a fog had been lifted, she recalled the stories of her father�s most famous trial that her grandmother had told her as a child. Ethan Rayne. Angelus Rayne. Angel�s unfinished business with her dad. As realization hit she began shaking violently, a wave of nausea washing over her. This wasn�t about money as she had always assumed. He wasn�t killing time by terrorizing her and Dawn while her parents put together his ransom demands. There was no ransom. Angel was a mobster and this was simply revenge.

tbc ...

A/N Ok, I hope you guys don't hate me now. Things won't get much better between Buffy and Angel but Dawn won't be exposed to it again. I won't do that anymore.
BTW, the helpless weepy Buffy is reaching her breaking point and over the next chapters she will slowly start to become more assertive and more like the Buffy we know.
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