BAD ANGEL

A/N: Ah! Sorry for the delay. Had a bit of writer's block and it took me a while to settle down and get back to this. Hope you enjoy it.

WARNING: Battery and rape. Very dark.


Part 10


After disconnecting from Adam, Angel went about preparing to leave. He called Lindsey again instructing him to meet him at the hangar and then he continued gathering his belongings. Taking Dawn with him, he went into his bedroom and collected a few items, including a blanket for Buffy since she was only dressed in the thin chemise. Then, with Dawn trailing, he returned and wrapped Buffy in the blanket before picking her up and going to the car.
A few moments later, the vehicle carrying Buffy, Dawn, Angel and his men pulled out of the garage and got on the highway heading toward Sunnydale.

Cordelia sat alone at a small table in the Bronze sipping a glass of bourbon. She was exhausted. She felt completely drained physically and emotionally, as if she were carrying a huge burden that only seemed to grow heavier with no relief in sight. In a way she was. After leaving Faith that afternoon she did return home but her entire apartment reminded her of Angel and their time together too much. It felt like the walls were closing in on her. She just couldn’t stay there. So she packed an overnight bag and got in her car again. She’d been driving ever since because she couldn’t think of anywhere else to go. She couldn’t go to her parents or any of her friends. She didn’t want to put them in any danger and besides she simply couldn’t deal with other people right now. She had even turned off her cell phone just to escape. She wanted to be alone. Granted the bar was rather crowded but it seemed that everyone near her knew to leave her alone. Her entire demeanor kept all the men desiring her company at bay. Even the waiter seemed nervous about approaching her. And once he took her order no one else dared disturb her.
As she sat thinking about exactly what she had done, a deep sadness came over her. There was no doubt in her mind that she made the right choice. But now that she had, the weight of the possible consequences came crashing down on her. She betrayed the man who until recently she thought she could love. She remembered all the time they spent together and how sweet and thoughtful he was. It was easy to fall madly in love with him. But she knew he would never give himself to her the way she wanted so she settled for what he would give. And although she knew she would never be Mrs. Angelus Rayne, she had clung to the hope that they would at least be together. But now all her hopes and dreams were dashed and her heart mourned the loss. She knew her betrayal would surely bring about his demise as well as her own. Her life was going to change completely. She had come to depend on him for everything and now she was on her own. But it wasn’t simply the material things that worried her. Once it became known that she was the one to cross him, her life would forever be in danger either from Angelus or his associates. She would forever be looking over her shoulder. She did consider going to the feds for protection but what did it matter, she was already being followed and at least now she knew whom to look out for. Who knew what unknown danger going to the feds might put her in? No. It was best to just keep low for a while. She knew it was only a matter of time before the feds caught up with him. And then it would all be over. Everything would be lost.
She was alone. Perhaps the most alone she had ever felt. The gravity of her plight was simply too much so she took a long, deep swig of her drink to numb the maddening fear and uncertainty that were slowly taking hold. Then glancing at her watch and realizing just how intoxicated she was she decided to check into the motel across the street until morning.


Adam sat at the end of the bar on the other side of the club. He was carefully watching Cordelia. He had hung up from Angel a short while ago and was waiting for Cordelia to leave before accosting her. He didn’t want to risk calling attention to himself in the crowded bar. So while he waited, he finished his drink, curious as to why Angel wanted to see Cordelia at the hangar. He had no idea what happened but Angel sounded furious. Something was obviously up.
Just then he saw Cordelia gesture for the waiter to bring her check. While she paid, he slowly made his way outside where he patiently waited. It was time to collect his bounty.

A few minutes later Cordelia exited the Bronze. She looked around briefly hoping to spot her shadow. It had been some time since she last saw Luke and she wasn’t sure if he was still tailing her or if now it were one of Angel’s other goons. Seeing none of them, she quickly walked towards her car to collect her overnight bag.
Before she got there, Adam stepped out of the shadows and grabbed her from behind. She never even got the chance to scream.

During the drive to Sunnydale, Angel held the still unconscious Buffy in his lap while he carefully cleaned and bandaged her cut hand. He was completely unaware that he was being observed. Dawn watched stunned as the man who had so viciously attacked her and forced himself on Buffy tenderly cared for her sister’s wounds and adoringly kissed her forehead. Had she not felt his formidable wrath herself, she would have thought him the gentlest being in the world. The way he was holding Buffy, cradling her head and nuzzling her was as if she were the most precious thing to him.
Once his task was done he settled back, holding Buffy close to him and gently caressing her. It was only then that he looked up and caught Dawn staring at him before she quickly looked away.
They continued the journey in silence until Buffy slowly began regaining consciousness. Angel felt her move slightly in his lap and he softly called to her and stroked her head as she woke. Dawn also called to her, hesitantly at first but more confidently when Angel indicated for her to continue.
Hearing her sister’s voice, Buffy softly called Dawn’s name in response, prompting Dawn to take her hand while she continued calling to her. Within minutes, Buffy was awake. She felt extremely disoriented and groggy.
“What happened?” She managed to ask, her speech slightly slurred.
“What’s the last thing you remember?” Angel asked gently.
“What?” Only then did Buffy look at him and slowly start to recall what happened. Then she said, “It was you, behind me. You came up behind me.” That simple statement seemed to drain her of all her energy.
Pausing briefly he then responded, “Yes, it was me.” Then he asked, “How do you feel?”
Looking at him momentarily she responded, “Dizzy. My head hurts.”
“That will pass soon. Just relax and you’ll feel better.”
Buffy looked at him again and then over to Dawn. She had no idea what was happening and she felt so lightheaded and tired. All she wanted to do was sleep.
Seeing Buffy’s confusion Dawn squeezed her hand reassuringly and added, “Yeah Buffy, try to relax. Your head will clear soon. It’ll be alright.” She tried to infuse as much confidence as possible into her voice.
Feeling Dawn squeeze her hand, Buffy leaned into Angel’s embrace and let him cradle her in his lap where she soon fell asleep still tightly holding Dawn’s hand.

When they arrived at the hangar about forty-five minutes later Buffy was awake again and more or less alert. She was still tired but at least the dizziness and lightheadedness had passed. Getting out of the car, Angel got some rope out of the trunk and then escorted Buffy and Dawn into the small office near the front of the building while Luke and Lorne unloaded the luggage.
“What’s happening?” Buffy asked alarmed when she saw his men unloading several bags from the vehicle.
Walking up to her, he gently caressed her cheek, “I have some business to take care of.” He then lightly kissed her mouth, lingering over her lips until she opened for him. Deepening the kiss, he worked her into the corner, his kiss becoming more demanding and frantic. Buffy reluctantly allowed it, after her little stunt earlier she wasn’t sure what to expect from him and with his men right there she wasn’t going to risk it.
As his hands moved over her body, the rattling of the handcuff caught his attention and he was reminded that Dawn was still cuffed to him. Reluctantly he broke the kiss and stepped away from Buffy, much to her and Dawn’s relief.
“You two can just relax in here for bit.” He then removed the cuff from his wrist and placed it around both of Dawn’s, cuffing her wrists behind her. He then led her to a chair where he took some of the rope and tied her to it. When he was done, he then did the same to Buffy with the spare cuffs he collected from his bedroom before leaving the ranch. A short while later, Angel left the office, leaving both sisters bound to their seats while he awaited Adam’s arrival with Cordelia.

As soon as Angel left, Dawn filled Buffy in on everything that happened while she was unconscious. There wasn’t much to tell but she told her about Angel’s conversations with someone named Lindsey and then Adam. When Buffy asked how her hand got wrapped, Dawn hesitantly told her that Angel had done it. It was Dawn’s hesitation that got her attention.
“What is it?” She wondered why Dawn was looking at her so peculiarly.
“Um, Buffy, I know you’ve had to, um, sleep with him but, uh, is something, more going on between you and Angel?” Dawn had no idea what to call what she sensed from Angel during the car trip.
“What do you mean something more?” Buffy asked somewhat puzzled and slightly offended.
“Well, it’s just the way he acts around you. Like when you were still knocked out and he was fixing your hand, he was kind of … I don’t know, protective, like he cares about you … like …”
Before she could finish Buffy cut her off, “Cares about me? CARES ABOUT ME? Have you seen what he did to me? Look at my arms, my legs, my face; I have bruises everywhere from him. And it’s not from the sex, he beat me Dawn. HE BEAT ME! And then he turned around and still had sex with me. How can you even suggest that he could …” She stopped unable to even fathom what Dawn was saying.
“Buffy, I’m not saying you care for him. I just think that, well, that he likes you. A LOT! He may be insane but I think he … I don’t know. Maybe I’m just imagining it.” She wasn’t sure how to articulate it and she wasn’t really certain anyway.
“I think you were but it’s not just your imagination. I’ve been having sex with him for a while now. Guys tend to like you when you do that. It’s just the sex Dawn.”
“But are you sure that’s all it is to him?”
“No I’m not. But I can’t even begin to imagine what I think you’re telling me. That he could … No, he’s just doing this to get back at dad. That’s all.” The finality in Buffy’s tone silenced Dawn but she wondered who Buffy was trying to convince more, her or herself.
Desperate for a change in subject Dawn asked, “What happened to your hair?” She had noticed it when she first saw Buffy lying unconscious on the couch back at Angel’s house but she wanted to ask Buffy herself.
“Oh, I cut it. After what happened with Angel, I mean, after he … well, I just got really upset and I cut it.” Then after a brief pause she added, “I trashed his bathroom too and …” From there she went on to tell Dawn how she managed to attack Angel’s men with the piece of broken mirror and escape her room.



Spike, Gunn and the eight FBI agents sat in their vehicles preparing to enter Angelus’ ranch. They were parked some distance from the entrance. As Gunn again went over the rescue plan, Spike double-checked his weapons and communications equipment. The strategy was for him to circumvent Rayne’s security and enter the mansion. He was then to find Buffy and Dawn and secure them. Then he was to radio Gunn and he and the other agents would then storm the place while Spike guarded the girls. Once the ranch was seized and Angelus and his men were either in custody or eliminated, Spike and Gunn would escort Buffy and Dawn out of the mansion and into the waiting vehicles where they would then be taken to their parents.
Once everyone was in position, Spike exited the vehicle and made his way onto Angelus’ estate.

Dressed all in black, Spike made his way onto the property. Stealthily moving through the darkness, he quickly came to the perimeter of the mansion itself. During their planning, he, Giles and Gunn discussed the possible security measures that Rayne would have most likely used and so as he advanced to the mansion he strategically evaded the most probable locations for the security cameras and motion detectors.
Entering through the garage, he quickly moved into the large kitchen and then into the main foyer. Blending with the shadows and keeping low, Spike then came to the security room. There he quietly entered and checked the monitors to determine not only exactly where in the mansion Rayne and his men were but also where Buffy and Dawn were being kept.
When he sat at the monitors he was puzzled by what he saw. Nothing. All the rooms on the monitors were empty. Using the controls, he thoroughly scanned every room in the mansion with the same result. Nothing. There was no one in the mansion. He then used the exterior cameras and again, nothing. A sinking feeling began creeping upon him. Confirming his fear, he used the controls to scan the garage that he had just come through. He hadn’t noticed it before but now that he was looking at all the cars in the garage, he noticed that two were missing. From his research on Rayne he knew that Angelus owned six cars for his personal use. The Porsche, the Bentley, the Alfa Romeo and the Jaguar were all still parked in the garage. The Range Rover and the Navigator were gone.
As realization struck, Spike didn’t waste another second and immediately radioed Gunn.
“Gunn, no one’s here. We’re too bloody late.”



Angel and Lindsey were sitting in the VIP lounge when Adam pulled into the parking lot. Cordelia was bound and gagged in the back seat. As soon as the car stopped, Adam got out and unceremoniously pulled her out of the car and walked her into the building. He and Luke then took her into the lounge with Angelus.
“Where are Forrest and Graham?” He asked.
“They’re on the plane with Lorne already.” Luke answered automatically.
“Hmm, is everything ready to go?”
“Yes, we’re just waiting for you.” Luke answered again.
“I see. Well, now that Ms. Chase is here we can get down to business.” His voice was low and menacing, his eyes empty. Cordelia stood terrified before him. She had never seen such coldness in him before. And his calling her ‘Ms. Chase’ deepened her fear.
He then said, “Untie her. I’ll be right back.” Angel then left the room.

Seeing Cordelia made him incredibly furious and he felt like ripping her throat out but he had to stay in control since he intended to use Cordelia’s betrayal as a lesson to Buffy. So he walked into the office with the two sisters and untied Buffy. Then, leaving Dawn behind he escorted the protesting Buffy into the lounge with the others.
Buffy immediately picked up on the tension when she entered the room. There was the man who drove the car from the house, who Angel called Luke, and two other men and a woman. The woman looked petrified. Buffy had no idea what was going on but she knew it was going to be terrible.

“Now that everyone’s here it’s time Cordelia and I had a talk.” Angelus then stalked over to her and gently caressed her cheek, lifting her face. Buffy was surprised by the intimate touch; she never even considered that Angel might have a girlfriend.
“I will ask you this once and only once. Why did you give me up to the authorities? Don’t I provide for you? Don’t I take care of you? Haven’t I given you everything you’ve ever desired? Is this how you thank me, by telling them what I’ve been up to with Buffy?” He circled her like a shark as he spoke, his velvety voice disarming and unnerving. Buffy was shocked by this revelation. Angel’s girlfriend tried to help her and Dawn and now she was being punished. Buffy’s eyes stung with unshed tears.
Cordelia was too afraid to answer. Obviously he knew that she betrayed him and it would be foolish to try to deny it. That would only make him angrier. But for the life of her she couldn’t figure out how he knew, she had been so careful.
Lindsey sat in his seat unsure of what to do. He was annoyed that Cordelia had ignored his warning and he was extremely nervous about what Angel might do to her. He was also nervous about Buffy’s presence. Why did Angel bring her here?
“Answer me Cordy.” Angel continued.
“I-I never meant to hurt you Angel, it’s just … what you were doing … I, I couldn’t … I’m sorry. Oh God! I’m sorry.” Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she tried to apologize. She tried reaching out to him as she spoke, hoping that he’d have mercy but he moved out of her reach. Standing with her arms outstretched she saw the cold fury swirling turbulently in his eyes. There was no mercy there for her and she knew. She knew Angel was going to kill her.
Buffy saw it too, recognizing it from the morning he beat her when she confronted him about Ethan. Fear took hold of her and she moved further into the corner Angel had placed her in.
“So you never meant to hurt me but it was something you just had to do?” He asked calmly. Too calmly.
“Y-Yes, I had to do the right thing.”
“I see. I understand why you did it. You did what you had to.” He then looked at her pointedly before adding, “Well, I hope you now understand that I am simply doing what I have to.”
Just then Luke violently struck her across the face. She screamed from the force of the impact only to scream again when Adam did the same thing. From there they unleashed a steady succession of punches aimed at her gut, face and chest. Although she was doubled over, she still tried to defend herself but the two large men flanked both sides of her, the blows alternating between them. Adam then backhanded her and she fell to the floor, desperately crawling away. They quickly maneuvered her into a corner and continued their vicious assault. Seeing the futility of her struggles, she balled up and tried to shield herself as they savagely kicked her in the ribs. The attack continued even when she started coughing up blood.


Buffy screamed when Luke first struck Cordelia and as the succession of blows continued she wanted to intervene, to help the woman who tried to help her. But knowing that she was no match for them she tried running out of the room, to try and get help but Angel grabbed her before she could leave. He held her struggling body in his arms as she screamed for help and carried her over to the couch that Lindsey sat on, holding her securely in his lap and cuffing her wrist to his. Completely helpless, Buffy closed her eyes and hid her face in the crook of Angel’s neck, banging her fists against his chest, her tears flowing unheeded.

Lindsey looked on in horror.

By now Cordelia was silent. She hardly even reacted when Luke or Adam struck her. It was now time for the next stage of punishment.

When Buffy heard Luke and Adam unzip their pants, her head snapped up and she stared in disbelief at what they were about to do. Desperately she turned to face Angel and grasped his jacket, drawing his attention.
“PLEASE! Oh God! Don’t let them do that to her. Angel you’ve made your point, she’s sorry, she won’t do that again. You don’t have to. Can’t you see she’s had enough? Angel, no more please!” She pleaded.
“Oh this isn’t just about her Buff, this is about you too. I’m sure you’ll remember this for the rest of your life but the most important thing you must remember is that if you ever, and I do mean EVER, attack me or my men again, you will pray to God that this is all I let them do to you.” By his tone and the look in his eyes she knew he was deathly serious. When she looked away he added, “And if you don’t watch I’ll be sure to let them have a little fun with Dawn too.” He then grasped her chin and forced her to look at the brutal rape occurring only a few feet before her.
Luke was now buried deep within Cordelia while Adam held her down and spread for him. Seconds later he was thrusting wildly into her, his animalistic grunts filling the room. Some time later they switched places.

During the assault, Buffy stared in disbelief. She somehow managed to mentally escape what was happening and although she was looking straight at it, she wasn’t really there. She was somewhere deep within herself. In fact, she had the same far off look that Cordelia had. However, her escape was disrupted when she felt a hand grip her knee. Looking down she saw that Angel’s hand was randomly squeezing and caressing her knee. Granted she was vaguely aware that his hand was there all along but now it was caressing her and slowly moving up her thigh. His other hand was on her shoulder, also tenderly touching her. What the hell was he doing? Reluctantly she met his eyes and was startled and disgusted by the desire she saw burning there. She was further horrified when she felt his erection rubbing against her hip. This brutal rape was turning him on. She immediately placed her hand over the one on her thigh and entwined their fingers, halting his advance. Undeterred, he continued stroking her shoulder with his other, gradually making his way to her breast. With her other hand, she took his and again entwined their fingers. He got the hint and decided to behave. Mostly. He couldn’t resist nibbling on her ear and kissing her neck.

Lindsey stared incredulously as Angel pawed his new plaything while just a few feet away Cordelia was still being viciously raped. His shock was slowly morphing into anger. Anger that Angel would go this far. Cordelia wasn’t like their ruthless business associates; she didn’t deserve this no matter what she had done. Surpassing his limit, Lindsey abruptly left the room and joined the others on the plane.

Seeing Lindsey’s obvious disgust, Angel decided they’d seen enough. Getting Luke’s attention, he called him over.
“Move on to the last stage. You have twenty minutes. We’ll be on the plane.” He then picked Buffy up and took her to the door. Before he left, he turned back to Luke and said. ”Be sure to leave her alive.”
Luke then picked up the two crowbars he’d taken from the car.

Once they left the lounge, Buffy was deeply worried about what was going to happen to Angel’s girlfriend. She was also worried that Angel was going to take her to the office where Dawn was and continue what he started in the lounge. But her worry was further deepened when he began leading her away from the office. She stopped in her tracks.
“Where are you taking me?” She asked alarmed. “Dawn is in there.” She gestured towards the office, which was in the opposite direction.
“I know where Dawn is.” He then yanked her by her cuffed wrist, pulling her towards the exit.
“NO! I want to go where Dawn is.” She yelled, her protests getting louder and louder.
However despite her resistance, he still managed to drag her out the door.
That’s when she screamed.
Parked outside was a Learjet that looked just about ready to take off. That’s where they were taking the luggage. Knowing what he intended, she used all of her strength to fight back, kicking and screaming, doing everything possible not to go on that plane. And despite his physical advantages and the fact that she was cuffed to him, she still managed to give him quite a hard time.

As they struggled, Lindsey disembarked the plane and approached them angrily.
“ANGEL! You can’t be serious! You’re bringing her with us?” He couldn’t believe Angelus was being this reckless. Did he really expect to take her out of the country without getting caught?
Getting fed up with both Buffy’s resistance and Lindsey’s protests Angel yelled, “Look here Linds, she is getting on that plane and I am taking her with us. Now, if you don’t want to come then you can stay behind and let the feds come and get you. And you know it won’t be long before they realize where we are and come down here. How long do you think you can outrun them without my help? Or are you planning to turn yourself in? If I were you, I’d get back on that fucking plane, buckle my seat belt, relax and enjoy the damn flight.” He then threw Buffy over his shoulder and carried her onto the plane. With Lindsey in tow.

Over the next ten minutes, Angel had to physically restrain Buffy from attempting to escape. He was beyond relieved when Luke and Adam finally joined them on the aircraft and he was able to give Lorne the go ahead.

Twenty minutes later, they were airborne.
Spike, Gunn and the other federal agents sped down the highway towards Sunnydale. Once they realized that Angelus was gone, they quickly searched the house for any indication of where he might have taken the girls. To aid in the search, Gunn called headquarters and had them send out alerts to every law enforcement agency informing them of the situation and the description of the vehicles and their license plate numbers. It was now an all out manhunt. Shortly after discovering their disappearance, Spike remembered that Rayne owned a plane and he had Gunn call Giles to check the files for where Angelus kept his plane. When Giles got back to them, Spike was not surprised that Angelus’ plane was kept at a private hangar in the town of Sunnydale, which was only about an hour away. Within minutes they got back in their vehicles and were on their way. As they drove, Gunn contacted the local police and requested that they search the building and prevent any and all aircraft from departing.

As they neared the hangar, they saw an ambulance and several police cars parked outside. They hoped neither of the girls was hurt. When they finally parked, they saw the Range Rover and Navigator parked in the lot with several police officers searching through them. Gunn was immediately annoyed by the mishandling of the possible crime scene and quickly stormed out of the car demanding to know what they were doing and who was in charge.
Lieutenant Snyder pompously walked over to the irate federal agent. His entire demeanor oozing arrogance.
“I’m in charge here. You must be Agent Gunn.” His voice was full of loathing.
“Yeah, I’m Gunn. And that’s Special Agent Gunn, Lieutenant. Now what is the status of this operation? Are the girls secured? Are Mr. Rayne and his men in custody?” Gunn had no time to finesse this tiny impotent Nazi.
“We only found two girls. One was tied up in the office and the other is barely alive. She was severely beaten and raped. The paramedics are still in with her but it doesn’t look good.” Gunn and Spike gasped aloud when they heard that. They hoped Buffy would pull through.
“So you don’t know where the men are?” Gunn asked impatiently.
“There was no one else here. Just the girls.” Snyder responded.
“Uh, thank you. Where are the girls?” Spike was also annoyed that Rayne appeared to have escaped but at least Buffy and Dawn were safe now, assuming Buffy survived.
Snyder then led them to the girls. First he took them to Dawn. She was in a police car wrapped in a blanket, staring blankly ahead.
Spike readily recognized her from her photographs, “Dawn, are you ok?” When he got no response, he sat next to her and took her hand, gently rubbing it. “Dawn, my name is Spike. I work for your parents, your mum and dad. We’re going to take you to see them soon.” He hoped to reach her before she had a complete nervous breakdown.
At the mention of her parents she seemed to come out of her daze. She looked at him as if he had just appeared out of thin air then she said, “Buffy was screaming. He took her then I heard her screaming. Is she ok?” Her voice was devoid of emotion, her eyes lifeless.
“I don’t know Little Bit but I’ll go and check for you, is that ok?” When she nodded, Spike released her hand, promising to come right back with news on Buffy. He then went in search of Gunn who had gone ahead with Snyder.
When he entered the building he saw the medical team working feverishly over Buffy. He couldn’t see much more than her legs. As he approached, he saw Gunn and Snyder off to the side. Going to them he asked if they knew anything about Buffy’s chances, would she survive? They had nothing. When he said that he needed to tell Dawn something, Snyder was surprised that she had spoken to him. Apparently when they first found her, she was so traumatized that she refused to even talk. She just stared off in the distance. Upon hearing this, Spike then told them what Dawn had said, that she heard Buffy screaming and now she wanted to know if Buffy was ok. Realizing why she was so unresponsive, Snyder then remarked that it was a good thing that he kept her from seeing Buffy. It might have been even more traumatic had she seen Buffy so badly beaten.

Just then, the paramedics moved away and raised the gurney. Spike and Gunn froze. Even with the oxygen mask the woman was wearing, they could clearly see that it was not Buffy. Not to mention that Buffy was a blonde. The woman on the gurney was a brunette.


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