Adult-FanFiction.org : Buffy

BAD ANGEL	By : Abbyland Category: > Angel(us)/Buffy > Angel(us)/Buffy Views: 11481 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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
- 8
- 9
- 10
Part 8

WARNING: Battery. Things get more violent between Buffy and Angelus.

Later that evening the group reconvened to discuss what they discovered on Ethan�s contacts. Four of Ethan�s business associates seemed likely suspects. They still lived in the state and suffered some of the heaviest losses of those affected by the trial. Using the FBI�s resources, Giles, Gunn, Finn and Harris were able to find a wealth of information on them. However, the information they gathered seemed to rule them out. For the past few years they were all under close surveillance by the narcotics branch of the FBI because of their criminal histories. It was highly unlikely that they would have pulled this off without being caught. The group was a bit disappointed to discover that but at least it narrowed the list further. Spike and Willow were somewhat more successful. They managed to track down the only two family members on the list.
�Rayne had a son. His name is Angelus. Anyway, for several years he made numerous attempts to have Ethan released from prison, especially once the cancer was diagnosed. And he was mightily upset when Ethan�s parole was rejected. A few weeks ago when he was finally released, the son collected him. A nurse at the prison infirmary remembers assisting him with Ethan�s things. Anyway, looking at his financial records it appears he leased some medical equipment and hired a live-in nurse for a few months so we assume he took care of him until he died.� Spike hoped their findings finally led them to Buffy and Dawn.
�That�s interesting.� Giles was also hopeful. �What does he do?�
�Well according to the records he seems to be some kind of entrepreneur. He has his hands in lots of different things. In any case he is quite wealthy.� Spike could hardly believe the sheer number of businesses that Angelus was associated with.
�Hmm, how old is he?� Gunn asked.
�About 37.�
�Do you have a picture?�
�Sure.� Spike then handed Giles the photo of Angelus.
�Well, he could definitely be the man on the video. By the way, Gunn, has the lab had any success with the tapes or the letter at all?� Giles wondered if they�d be able to get anything useful from the tapes.
�None whatsoever. If this Angelus is behind this he is good. Fred has run every test she can think of and still nothing. The first tape is completely clean. And the second only had the prints from the editors and a few other employees from The Star. Same thing with the letter. Anyway, we took their prints to eliminate theirs from anything else we found but still, no success. But perhaps Fred can use this photo and see what she can do with it. I�ll take it to the lab in the morning to see what she says.� Gunn was now looking at Angel�s photograph. He really hoped Fred would be able to find something concrete with it.
�That certainly might help. Uh, do you have anything else on the son?� Giles anxiously asked.
�Yeah, he owns quite a bit. There are at least thirteen properties in this state alone, dozens around the country. Some he inherited while the others he purchased himself. I don�t have much of a handle on his global holdings but if this is any indication he probably owns homes and buildings all over the world. He also owns an airplane.� Spike felt a little overwhelmed by the enormity of Angelus� empire. It could make finding the girls nearly impossible.
�Are any around here?� Willow asked curiously.
�Uh, there�s a condo here in the city and a ranch not too far from the town of Sunnydale. That�s a few hours from here. Those are the closest.� Spike hoped Angelus was careless enough to stay relatively nearby.
�Has potential. Both are close enough to pull something like this off.� Gunn was feeling a little optimistic.
�They sure are.� Finn agreed.
�Anything else?� Gunn asked.
�Willow has some.� Spike then gave the floor to Willow.
�Yeah, my guy is Ethan�s nephew, Lindsey McDonald. He was Ethan�s brother�s son. Anyway, he is a lawyer and he too owns lots of property although not quite as much as his cousin Angelus.� She was also feeling that they�d hit the jackpot.
�Ethan�s brother�s son? Wouldn�t he be a Rayne too and not a McDonald?� Harris asked curiously.
�He was a Rayne. Apparently he changed his name shortly after his father died. McDonald was his mother�s maiden name. Anyway, I suspect he changed his name because he intended to be a lawyer and I guess it�s hard to enter the law when you share your last name with an infamous crime lord.� Willow answered automatically.
�That makes sense.� Finn added.
�Ok, so he�s a lawyer. Anything else on him?� Gunn wanted to move on this as soon as possible.
�Not much. He is single, has a thriving practice and generally tends to lay pretty low. Actually it seems both he and Angelus keep fairly low profiles. Neither has a criminal record nor anything else that screams either is behind this. Well, nothing besides being related to Ethan.� She was a little disappointed there was no smoking gun.
�Well considering the nature of the abductions and what has transpired since, I am fairly certain that we�re looking for someone with a deeply personal hatred for the senator. Angelus and Lindsey seem to be Ethan�s only remaining family and given that Ethan just died, I suspect it�s one or both of them.� Giles too was a bit discouraged because there was nothing definitive but he strongly believed in following his instincts. And his were screaming.
�I agree.� Gunn added.
�That works. So can we take what we have and get a warrant?� Harris asked eagerly.
�Unfortunately, simply being related to Ethan is not enough to get search warrants.� Giles responded.
�Well yeah but what about the photo? I know it�s not much but Angelus could be the man in the video.� Finn countered.
�Well that�s just it. It �could� be him. It also �could� be any one of the millions of Caucasian men in this country with dark brown hair. It �could� be Harris on that tape. The frame we isolated isn�t even a profile. No judge will issue a warrant on that alone. And even if we got one, we don�t know where he might be keeping them. We don�t know exactly when that second tape and letter were made. He could be anywhere by now. And as Spike said, he owns numerous properties. He may not be at the nearest places. If we go in prematurely and search the wrong place, we not only lose the element of surprise but we also don�t know what kind of danger that could put Buffy and Dawn in. Right now we need to proceed with caution.� Giles answered somewhat exasperated. He wanted this done as much as the next person but they couldn�t afford to be rash.
�I agree. We can�t take the risk with what we have so far. So what we need to do now is get more info on them and find something definitive like where they might be keeping the girls. If they have Buffy and Dawn we can�t afford to alert them that we�re onto them, so no freezing of their assets or anything until we have something concrete. We can�t risk them fleeing at the first sign of trouble so please tread lightly. Who knows what they might do to the girls. Spike, put out your feelers and see what your contacts can come up with. The rest of us will trace their activities over the past few weeks to see if there�s something that�ll give us enough probable cause for a warrant.� Despite his anxiety, Gunn knew Giles was right.
The group then dispersed to perform their tasks.
Spike headed out to look up a few old acquaintances.

That night Cordelia sat in her living room watching the news. She was in torment. Every time the station replayed the press conference with Senator Summers she was brought to tears but she could not turn away. The desperation in the senator�s voice and the anguish on his face held her prisoner. There was no way she could ignore it. There was just such raw honesty in his pain that she was certain that his words regarding his daughter were sincere and honest. That Buffy really was as sweet and caring as he knew her to be. But the contrasting impressions of Buffy Summers that now filled the media made her question what she knew.
In all honesty, she wasn�t sure what to make of what she saw between Buffy and Angel. She had watched them for a few hours before leaving the ranch and it didn�t appear that Buffy was under duress. She seemed to be participating. However knowing Angelus, who knew what he might have said or done to Buffy to get her to participate. Cordelia knew how manipulative and controlling Angelus could be. He had Lindsey running around doing all sorts of underhanded things for him and she knew that deep down Lindsey was a fairly decent guy and that Angelus exploited his loyalty.
She reluctantly admitted that Angel also had her at his beck and call. That infuriated her. And Lindsey�s visit to her that morning angered her further. His words cut her deeply. It wasn�t the apparent threat as much as the truth that bothered her. In the hours that passed since Lindsey left, she was forced to acknowledge the true nature of her relationship with Angel and how much control he had over her. He paid for her apartment and her car. He provided her with a monthly allowance that was generous enough that she didn�t have to work. Except on her back. She was a kept woman and the reality of it stung her. In all the years that they were together, she had somehow refused to let herself see what she really was to Angel. They didn�t start out like that. She had a job and she paid for her own things when she met him. But once they got seriously involved he bought her the apartment as a birthday gift. He even purchased it in her name. Granted at first she refused because she didn�t want to feel like she was being bought, she didn�t want to feel like a high priced whore. But he went on and on about wanting to cherish her and take care of her. To give her everything she deserved; to treat her like a queen. And eventually she caved. Of course once she took the apartment, taking the car was a lot easier. Cordelia laughed sardonically at the irony. She became exactly what she didn�t want to be and until now she didn�t even know it. Or rather she refused to.
The brutal truth of her situation saddened her. And now this. Her heart went out to the senator and his wife. She couldn�t imagine the agony they must be enduring. She knew why Angelus hated the senator so much but nothing justified what he was doing. The more she thought about it the more she knew she had to do something, despite what Lindsey said. She couldn�t be certain if Buffy was involved in the abductions or not but whatever the case may be, she knew the senator and his wife needed closure. They needed to know one way or the other. No matter how painful the truth might be they needed their children back. And if Buffy really weren�t a part of it, there was no way she could abandon her and Dawn to Angelus� whim.
The problem now however was how to contact the authorities. Taking Lindsey�s warning to heart she suspected that Angel was probably having her followed, he might even have her phone calls and emails monitored. She knew she couldn�t do anything overt that would alert him to what she was doing. She certainly couldn�t go to the authorities herself. What she needed was someone to do it for her. Someone she could trust. Thinking of everyone she knew, she was rather distressed to find that her social circle consisted primarily of people who knew both she and Angel. Assuming that they even believed her, they would certainly let him know what she was up to if only to curry favor with him. That was too dangerous. She needed to find someone totally unconnected to him and whom he wouldn�t expect her to go to. That ruled out her family. As she thought of her parents she longed for her simpler life, her life before she met him. Her life before she left Sunnydale.
Suddenly her eyes opened wide as she remembered one person who Angel had no idea existed. Faith. She and Faith were never great friends in high school but they were close enough to exchange pleasantries now and then. And she just saw Faith the day before at the salon. Recalling their brief conversation, she remembered that Faith�s store was on Adams Street, just a few blocks from the salon. She knew what she had to do. Tomorrow she was going shopping at April Fools.

The following morning Buffy nervously sat on one of the chairs at the table watching Dawn on the TV while she waited for Angel. Once she realized exactly who he was, she spent a lot of time thinking about what to do. She needed to know what his plans were for her and Dawn. She was going to confront him.
When Angel walked in he was surprised to see her sitting at the table, he thought she might still be sleeping. Seeing the determined look in her eyes he calmly approached her and sat in the other chair. She obviously wanted to talk.
�Buff?� He eyed her suspiciously. She seemed more confident than at their last meeting.
After a moment�s pause, she looked directly at him and said �Ethan Rayne was your father.� Her voice was strong, her tone challenging.
At her statement his gaze immediately shifted from her body to her eyes, his chocolate orbs boring into her. So she figured out who he was. When he first met her he expected her to readily recognize his name but when she didn�t, although he was offended, he took advantage of his anonymity. He�d come to enjoy it. But now she knew. She knew who he was and what he was. And her eyes reflected her contempt. Something about that made him feel strangely exposed and vulnerable. And Angel hated feeling vulnerable.
Within seconds the burning desire reflected in his eyes was extinguished, leaving only a stone, cold fury. Buffy stared in awe at his metamorphosis. The dramatic change in him sending a bolt of terror through her.
In a flash he dragged her up out of her seat and threw her onto the bed. She screamed at his sudden violence and tried to defend herself. She struggled against him with all she had, kicking and fighting back as much as she could. Pinning her under his weight, he pulled her wrist towards the handcuffs he had left on the headboard. Seeing what he intended, she kicked and fought even harder, begging him not to.
�Angel, please don�t. Don�t do that. I didn�t mean anything by it.� She pleaded as she resisted him.
�You didn�t mean anything? YOU know nothing about my father. NOTHING!� His thundering voice shook the walls. He pulled back and slapped her with all his strength. She fell back against the bed and he roughly pulled her over, cuffing her to the bed. He climbed onto her and rained down blow after blow on her as she screamed and curled up into a ball, desperately trying to shield herself.
Unleashing his rage with every strike, he shouted �BITCH!� over and over again, his bellows drowning out her cries. He pulled her over and backhanded her, the face of his ring cutting into her cheek. His tirade continued until he suddenly stopped when he caught sight of blood on his hand. The blood startled him out of his blind fury. Gradually he became aware of what he was doing. He stood, shocked by his reaction. The violence wasn�t what shocked him; that was nothing new. What did however was that no matter how depraved his actions, he was always in control. When he beat Dawn the day before he was very aware of what he was doing, he went in planning to rough her up a bit. But he had not intended to physically hurt Buffy. He had never lost control before.
Slowly he looked down at her cowering form, his rage subsiding. The room was eerily silent. She had stopped screaming for some time. The silence was deafening. Then suddenly the sounds of her ragged breathing filled the room as her sobs wracked her body. She was shaking violently but she didn�t move. Couldn�t move.
Several long moments passed before he spoke.
�Look at me.� When she didn�t respond he yelled, �LOOK AT ME!�
She whimpered, her entire body flinching as if he had hit her again.
Undeterred by her reaction, he gently touched her on the shoulder. Her little ball tightened even further at his touch and she turned further away from him.
Taking a deep breath, he spoke as gently as he could, �Look at me, Buffy.�
Gingerly, hesitantly, she turned and lifted her face, bracing for the blow. When none came she slowly opened her eyes and looked at him. When their eyes met he carefully moved his hand to her face and lightly caressed her wounded, tear-streaked cheek.
He frowned. It would certainly leave a scar.
Moving to the bathroom, he took out a small towel and soaked it with ice-cold water. Then returning, he gently wiped away the blood and held it to her face to stop the swelling, tenderly holding her as he nursed her wounds. Over the following half hour he repeated the process several times.
As he tended her, Buffy was so hysterical and terrified she had no idea what to do. She had never been hit before in her life but in the past few days, she�d experienced unimaginable abuse at Angel�s hand. When he had hit her in front of Dawn she was so worried about her sister that she hardly had time to even think about it.
But the unadulterated rage she had just seen in his eyes was frightening to behold. It was almost primeval. She was reeling from the shock. And now he was touching her and trying to soothe her. She attempted pushing him away but he held her close, refusing to let her go. As he held her, Buffy�s fear and uncertainty paralyzed her and she could only sit there and let him minister to her.
Once satisfied, he hooked his finger under her chin and lifted her face for his inspection.
�So beautiful.�
In the aftermath of his abuse his words held a grotesque admiration. Slowly he moved in and lightly brushed his lips over hers. Lingering over her mouth, he pressed kisses on her lips, his tongue seeking entrance. Buffy didn�t know what to do. She was stunned by his viciousness and deadly tenderness. She wanted to kill him but she was cuffed to the bed. If she refused he�d probably kill her and then Dawn. As he kissed her, he put his arms around her, holding her possessively.
�Don�t deny me now.� He murmured into her ear, punctuating his words with wet open mouth kisses, his grip on her tightening.
Reluctantly, tentatively she allowed him to kiss her. She was shaking uncontrollably, her breathing frantic. Feeling her tremble in his grasp, he caressed her arms attempting to calm her as he deepened the kiss, his hunger for her rekindled.
Laying her back onto the bed, he moved his hands over her, gently stroking her. Then searching her body for the bruises he just inflicted, he tenderly kissed each of them.
Buffy was so distraught, her mind unable to grasp what was happening. Her rapist had just beaten her and now he was trying to seduce her.
�Please let us go.� Her shaky whisper was barely audible.
�You know I won�t do that.� He answered while pressing more kisses on her face.
�You don�t need to do this.� She tried to calm herself even as he touched her.
�I have to do this.� He responded between kisses.
�Why?� She had asked him that a million times and really didn�t expect an answer.
Hovering over her he caught her gaze before responding. �I owe it to my father.�
Although she already knew this was about Ethan, she couldn�t help her surprise at his response. And despite her hatred and anger, she couldn�t help the pity she felt for him. For the little boy who lost his father. �Oh God! I�m sorry. I�m so sorry for what happened. I�m sorry your dad went to prison. But my dad never meant to hurt you.� Despite her fear, she cupped his face with her free hand as she spoke, hoping that he saw her sincerity. That he would spare them.
He saw it. But her apologies simply weren�t enough to appease him. �I don�t care what Hank meant to do. I know what he did. And now he needs to know what it feels like to have someone he loves taken away from him and destroyed.� His resolve deeper than ever.
�Destroyed?� She echoed.
�Yes, destroyed.�
�You are going to kill us.� She whispered, frantically searching his eyes for some revelation of his intent.
�No Buff. If I wanted you dead I�d have done it already.� At her puzzled look he elaborated. �There are other ways to destroy someone.� As the full meaning of his words settled in fresh tears filled her eyes. He was going to do this until she broke.
Misinterpreting her stricken expression he added, �What Buff, did you think I was doing this just because I like fucking you? Well, I do quite enjoy it and I will always remember our time together. But there was always a greater purpose behind it.� He intentionally understated just how much he actually enjoyed fucking her; he wasn�t about to admit just how much he liked her. How much he wanted her.
He then went on, �But that doesn�t matter, you are mine now.�
Pulling back, she looked him directly in the eye and mustered as much courage as she could.
�I will never be yours.� Both were surprised by the strength in her voice.
�Really? Well, we�ll see about that.�
Moving down her body he roughly pulled her legs apart, pushing them up to her chest. She pushed back against his strength but being on her back and still cuffed, she had little leverage and was soon pinned.
�NO! NO!� She screamed as his hand moved to her sex, her only free hand desperately pushing his away. Eyes locked with hers, he slowly pushed three fingers into her. Then using his forearm to hold her legs up and prevent her from kicking, he pumped into her.
�Feel that Lover?� His voice was low and velvety. When she didn�t respond he smiled, �I know you feel it. You�ll always remember how my fingers feel moving deep within you.� He pointedly twisted his fingers as he slid them into her. He worked her clit with his thumb as he pumped, smirking when he felt her moisture coating his fingers. Buffy�s breathing quickly became ragged; small whimpers escaping as she tried to resist it, her head wildly thrashing from side to side as she denied what he was doing. Denied his claim over her.
Hearing her denials turn to moans, he chuckled and pumped deeper, harder and faster. When he felt the telltale clenching of her core around his fingers he slowly withdrew them and raised them to his mouth where he licked them clean. Throughout it all, his eyes never left hers. He smiled.
�And I know you�ll remember this.� Keeping eye contact, he lowered his head and lightly swirled his tongue around her clit, flicking the tip and sucking. Her gasps spurred him on and he added �Every lick, every suck.�
Spreading her wider, he plunged his tongue deep into her, rhythmically thrusting it into her. As shudders of her impending orgasm surged through her, he licked her clit, sliding his fingers into her again. Then, pumping hard and fast, he sucked mercilessly on her sensitive nub, rapidly driving her to the brink. As her orgasm ripped through her, a strangled shriek erupted from her quivering body. She was clearly trying to suppress it. As her whimpers died down, he moved up her body, pushing her legs further part and impaling her in a slow, deep thrust. Groaning, she bit down on her lip as she grabbed the pillow with her free hand.
�When you close your eyes, you�ll always see my face hovering over you. MY face. Fucking you deep and hard.� He moved slowly within her, his thrusts pronounced and deliberate. His eyes still locked on hers.
�Look at how we�re joined. I�m inside of you, a part of you. I�m in your body and I�m in your mind. No matter what happens, we�ll always be a part of each other.� Lowering his head, he latched onto her nipples, his teeth nipping at them as he suckled hungrily. Crying out, she closed her eyes as he tormented her.
�NO! Open your eyes Buff, no more pretending I�m someone else.� He propped himself up on his arms and held her gaze. His pace increasing as he pounded into her.
Then shifting his weight, he fondled her nub again, forcing her to orgasm. She resisted it for as long as she could, hysterically yanking at her cuffed hand to free herself but Angel was relentless. Then just her core started clenching around him and she sobbed out her crisis, he roared his, pumping into her as she milked his seed.
�Yes Buff, take it, take it all. Milk me.� He chanted as he rubbed her, drawing out her climax, ensuring she was filled with him.
Then, he drew all of his strength and ploughed into her at full force his pelvis rubbing against her clit with each thrust. She screamed and screamed, thrashing wildly under him as he sent her spiraling to yet another orgasm.
Over the next few hours, he took her again and again, branding her with his passion.
Exhausted, she silently lay cradled in his arms. As they recovered, he tenderly kissed and spoke to her, running his fingers through her hair, �I�ve spent my whole life waiting for you, and now you�re mine. You always will be. For the rest of your life, no matter where you are or what you�re doing, you�ll never know when I�ll find you and take you again. I�ll never let you go. Always remember that.�
Buffy remained silent as the weight and horror of his words sank in; they echoed in her mind again and again.
Kissing her once again, he unlocked the handcuff and quietly left the room.

That afternoon Cordelia left her apartment. She had planned to go to Faith earlier in the day but once she started making notes on everything the authorities might need, the time just flew by. As she thought about it, leaving a little later might be better anyway. Ordinarily she never left her apartment before noon so if she were indeed being followed leaving earlier than normal might have roused suspicions. Getting in her car, she took a deep breath and prepared to betray Angelus.

Waiting briefly after she pulled out of her garage, Luke followed.

About forty-five minutes later, Cordelia parked her car a few blocks from Adams Street. In order to keep up her charade, she was going to browse a few stores before going to see Faith. Casually she strolled along, looking through store windows and browsing a few clothing racks, hoping that whoever might be following her would lose interest when he saw that she was shopping. After browsing a few stores, she eventually made her way to Adams Street. There she walked into a music store and purchased a few CDs and a magazine. As she was leaving the music store, she caught a glimpse of Luke in the distance. She froze momentarily before regaining her equilibrium. Although she believed Lindsey, actually seeing Luke made the threat to her life all the more real. It took all of her self-control to simply act normal and not freak out. She had to be extremely careful.
Deciding that she needed to calm a bit before seeing Faith, she stopped at a caf� and had a cappuccino. While she sipped her drink, she casually perused the pages of her magazine, all the while keeping a watchful eye out for her shadow. Eventually finishing her drink, she made her way further down Adams Street and finally into April Fools, where she let out a deep sigh of relief. Almost there. Carefully, she walked through the store, picking up random articles of clothing until she located the fitting rooms. As she headed into the back, she noticed that Luke seemed to be loitering near the entrance of the store. She would have to talk to Faith in the fitting room.
Finally in the back and safely out of Luke�s line of vision, she asked a sales attendant to speak to the manager. Initially thinking that something was wrong or that she was dissatisfied with the service, the attendant inquired if there was a problem. However once Cordelia set the attendant�s worries at ease, the young lady promptly went in search of her supervisor. Moments later Faith came out of her office to see who was asking for her. She was rather surprised to see Cordelia standing near the fitting rooms.
�Cordy, I see you made it. Is there something I can do for you?�
�I realize that you�re busy but I need to talk to you immediately about something very important. Do you have some place we can talk privately?�
�Uh, sure. We can go into my office.� Faith was unsure of what to make of the situation but she recognized the thing she saw in Cordelia�s eyes as fear. Instructing her attendants not to interrupt unless it was an emergency, she escorted Cordelia to her office for a talk.

Several hours passed before Buffy even stirred. She was numb. The only thing her mind registered was Dawn�s image on the TV screen. She stared at it, a feeling of complete emptiness overcoming her. She didn�t know how much longer she could do this. And even if she managed to escape him, she knew she�d never be the same. She lost part of herself every time he touched her but now this nightmare she was caught in had just reached a new low. He fucked her just after beating her. That destroyed something deep within her. She was shattered. Now the only thing keeping her going was the one she sacrificed it all for to begin with. Dawn. Buffy knew she had to survive long enough to get Dawn out, if nothing else. Her determination gave her the strength to cling to a hope she had no reason to believe existed. But if she didn�t, she knew she�d forsake Dawn and end it all.

Slowly, she rose from the bed and made her way to the bathroom, she needed to clean up. Turning on the light, she passed the vanity to turn on the shower and caught a glimpse of her reflection. It had been days since she�d really taken a look at herself and she was shocked by what she saw. The person looking back at her was a stranger. She looked wanton, very much like a woman who just had sex. Her hair was tousled, her lips swollen, her body looked ripe with raw sexuality, her skin still slightly flushed from her orgasm. But as she stared at her reflection, she began seeing beyond her oversexed image. Just below the sexual veneer was the haunting look of a slow, agonizing death. She looked haggard and her eyes were hollow, their bright sparkle long gone. She was unnaturally pale and the darkening bruises on her body courtesy of Angel only accentuated her unhealthy appearance. In short, she looked like hell.
In that moment all the strength she had just mustered dissipated and with a sorrowful wail she lashed out. She threw everything off the vanity, hurling bottle after bottle at the mirror and shattering it. She opened all of the draws of the vanity and flung them and their contents across the room. Then cursing Angel for his power over her and her father for not protecting her, she threw the vanity seat across the room and in a moment of desperation grabbed a shard from the broken mirror and brought it dangerously close to her wrist. But she couldn�t do it. She couldn�t let Angel win. Hurling the razor sharp shard across the room, she screamed out her anger and frustration, clawing at her body as if she could somehow remove Angel�s essence from her until finally she collapsed in exhaustion. She was so tired she couldn�t even cry.
Sitting on the floor in utter despair her eyes fell upon a small pair of scissors. She hadn�t noticed it before and assumed it was among the many items that were in the draws of the vanity. Picking it up she noticed just how dull it was, it was similar to the safety scissors small children used for arts and crafts. No wonder Angel wasn�t worried about it being there, she could never use it as a weapon. Staring at it however, she found one use for it. She took the scissors to her long, golden mane, hacking away until the dull blades chopped the silken tresses that Angel so loved running his hands through.

After mutilating her hair, she remained on the floor until she dredged up the energy to take a shower. As she stood she saw her reflection in what remained of the mirror. Taking in her butchered mane, she laughed at how comical it looked. But her brief amusement was soon taken over by a deep sadness. The state of her hair reflected that of her spirit. Angel was winning. He was destroying her.
A few minutes later she stood in the shower letting the hot water soothe her sore limbs, the vivid memory of her reflection seared into her being. His words coming back to her. As the cleansing water cascaded through her hair and down her body, she searched deep within her soul for the strength not only to survive. But to prevail. By the time she got out of the shower, a deep calm had settled in. She knew it wouldn�t be easy but she refused to let him win. This was no longer just for Dawn; this was for herself.

That evening Finn sat at his desk contemplating the information he had on Angelus Rayne. There was very little on the man and certainly nothing to suggest he was the kidnapper. Despite his hunch that this was their guy, none of his research supported it. If anything the records showed him to be an extremely wealthy, law-abiding citizen. Finn hoped the others were having better success than he was. As he mulled over the situation, a young, dark-haired woman approached his desk.
�Excuse me, I�m looking for Detective Finn.� She nervously looked over her shoulder as she spoke.
�I�m Finn. What can I do for you?� He had this dream a hundred times where a sexy young woman approached his desk, stripped and rode his cock till he popped. But somehow her demeanor suggested that this was not his lucky day.
Keeping her voice hushed she responded, �Um, I have some information for you.� �Information about what?� Finn was quite intrigued. The way she was scanning the room made him think she was about to divulge something top secret.
�The news said that you were one of the detectives working the Summers� case.� She leaned forward when she spoke, again keeping their conversation hushed.
�That�s correct. I am working the Summers� case. Do you have information?� Finn wasn�t sure how to read her. They�d gotten numerous tips on the case already, none of which turned out to be legit. But the way she was acting suggested that she might know something meaningful.
�Yes I do but it�s very sensitive. Can we go somewhere private?�
For a second there Finn thought he was dreaming again. �Uh, perhaps you can give me a bit more than that. We�ve gotten so many tips that weren�t helpful, some that were even pranks. So, maybe if you just give me something, then I�ll know that this is for real.� He had a lot of work to do and couldn�t afford to waste time on a wild goose chase.
Faith was momentarily pensive then whispered, �It�s about the Rayne case.�
Finn perked up. She did know something. Only those working directly with Giles were onto the Rayne connection. He hadn�t even told Parker about Rayne and Abrams was his partner. This might be his lucky day after all.
�Uh, I see. I know a secure place we can talk. Come with me please?� Riley then grabbed his coat and prepared to leave.

A short distance away, Parker watched closely. He had seen the brunette when she first walked over to Finn�s desk and he was curious about what she said that had Finn practically running out of the precinct. Attempting to find out, he intercepted Riley before he could leave.
�Hey Riley, if you�re heading out can you pick up some Chinese take out?� It wasn�t an unusual request; he and Riley always took turns buying dinner. And it was Riley�s turn.
�Sorry Parker, I can�t. I�m on my way to see Giles right this minute, I�m not sure when I�ll be back.�
�Oh, is something up? Did you guys finally get a break in the case?� Parker asked in his enthusiastic, �go-team-go� voice.
�Pretty much. We just got one hell of a lead.� Riley didn�t see any harm in sharing the good news with his partner after all they had all worked hard on the case and besides, he wasn�t exactly giving away any details.
�Wow, that�s great. I know the senator and his wife will be pleased to hear that.� Parker wondered if perhaps he should have gone into acting.
�Yeah they will. Anyway, I�ve got to go. I�ll see you later. Maybe we can do Chinese to celebrate when this is all over.� Riley was hoping for a quick resolution to the case.
�Yeah, that�ll be cool. I�ll cover your desk till you get back.�
�Great, thanks.� Riley then walked over to Faith and escorted her out of the precinct.

Once Riley left, Abrams left to make a call from the nearest pay phone.
When Lindsey answered the phone he anxiously responded, �It�s Abrams. You may have a problem.�

tbc ...
- 8
- 9
- 10
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

BAD ANGEL