Remember Me

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Joss owns it all damn him!

A few people have asked whether this is going to be a RapeFic, to
which I answer a definite no. There will be hints at something
coming, but only to make Angel creepier. There *will* be some slight
physical abuse though.

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Chapter 11 - Waiting

Buffy screamed until her throat was hoarse. Angel smirked the entire
time. It was extremely frightening and creepy.

"Go ahead. Keep screaming." Angel crossed his arms across his
chest as he leaned against the dooame.ame. "No one can hear you."

"What are you talking about? There are people all over this hotel."

"Ahh, but we aren't in the hotel." Angel answered. "We're in one of
the honeymoon bungalows." This time Angel laughed out loud. "The
desk clerk even smiled and winked at me when I asked for the room.
He thought I might be getting some on the side since he was the
same guy who checked Harmony and I in to our suite in the hotel."

"Bungalows?" Buffy whispered, afraid of his answer.

"Yes. They're separated from the main hotel. There are a bunch of
them scattered around the resort. I guess they wanted to insure
honeymooners privacy. It also keeps other guests from being kept
awake at night, I suppose."

Oh god. That meant that nobody would be able to hear her call for
help. Buffy wanted to cry again. How was Will supposed to find her?

"What do you want with me?" Please, please, please let this be some
kind of hore joe joke. She flinched when Angel's expression turned
dark and he nearly snarled.

"You're *fiance*," he spat the word out as if it were a curse. "Has
what should rightfully be mine. And you're going to help me get it
back."

"What do you mean? How?" Buffy wasn't sure if it were wise to keep
him talking, but the more she knew the better prepared she might be.

"Obviously the man will want you back. But he's going to have to
learn that not everything in life comes easily, or...freely." The smirk
was back.

"You're going to ask for a ransom?" Buffy asked, relieved. She knew
Will would gladly pay, and it was definitely a lot better than what she
had been imagining.

"Don't look so relieved, honey." Angel doused her hopes. "You're
right about the ransom, but unfortunately there's no way I'm going to
be able to let you go. Not that your precious William will know that."
Angel stepped further into the room. He stepped up to the bed and
sat on the edge, his hand reached out to wrap around her slim ankle.
His thumb rubbed circles on her skin making a shiver of fear run
through her. "Maybe we can have a little fun until then..."

Buffy began to kick and thrash, though her bonds didn't allow very
much movement. "Stay away from me!" She screamed, but Angel
just laughed. He did stand and step away though.

"If you're good, maybe I'll come back and let you use the bathroom.
Right now I'm afraid I have some arrangements to make." Then he
was gone.

***

Spike was worried sick. He'd called hotel security and even the
police. But the police had been no help. They'd said he had to wait
24 hours before reporting a missing person. At least security was out
looking on the property. He'd explained about her head injury. Spike
was worried that she might be wandering around dazed, or otherwise
injured. Had he really thought last night that she looked almost
completely healed?

But then the thoughts that he'd been trying to deny since he'd realized
Buffy was missing made their way in to his head. Maybe she wasn't
missing because of her injury. Maybe she had been taken. Maybe
she was at this very moment scared out of her mind because some
psycho had kidnapped her.

God, he really needed his friends here. No, what he really needed
was Buffy here. But for now he'd settle for the gang. He knew they'd
help him search for her, instead of sitting around on their bloody
hands and waiting 24 hours! He'd called them almost immediately
last night. After talking to Wesley the other day he assumed the
whole lot of them would already know about Buffy's accident. He'd
been correct and they were all more than willing to fly out to insure
that Buffy was found safely.

It was an enormous relief. Especially since both Xander and Wesley
were trained investigators. They worked together in their own private
detective agency. Both were former law enforcement officials,
Xander a street cop and Wesley a homicide detective. He hoped that
having them both here would help spur the investigation. But the
truth was that Spike just wanted his friends around him because *he*
was scared to death. What would he do if something happened to
her? If he never saw her again? If some bastard was out there, right
now, hurting her?

He'd kill him. He'd hunt him down and rip his throat out. Without
hesitation or qualm, Spike would be sure the bastard got what he
deserved.

But for now Spike was going to hope, and pray that Buffy was okay.
That she just got confused and wandered off in the wrong direction.
Even if it had been nearly twenty-four hours already. Maybe she fell
asleep on the beach, or some other part of the resort property.
Maybe she even ended up fainting, and someone had taken her to a
hospital. She could be asleep, or unconscious in an emergency
room, as some Jane Doe.

Spike checked his watch; their plane should have arrived about
twenty minutes ago. They'd agreed to take a cab because Spike did
not want to leave the resort in case any news came in. They should
be at the hotel any minute. He was antsy so he left the room and
strode down to the lobby. Instead of waiting for the elevator he opted
for the stairs once again.

He flung the door to the stairwell open and started down.
Preoccupied with thoughts of Buffy, Spike didn't notice the second
figure on the staind end ended up crashing into him.

"What's your hurry, man?"

"Sorry, mate." Spike apologized quickly before looking up. His eyes
narrowed when he realized it was Angel he'd bumped into. "I didn't
know your room was on this floor." Spike's tone was questioning.

"Oh, yeah. Normally I take the elevator, but I had some excess
energy to burn I guess. Harm and I are just down at the end of the
hall. You and Buffy on this floor too?" Angel asked gesturing down
the hall toward his room.

"Yeah, just a few doors down. Angel, have you seen Buffy at all since
last night at the luau?" Angel knew what Buffy looked like, so there
was a better chance of him spotting her than any of the hotel staff.
"Or, did you see which way she went when she left?"

"You lose your girlfriend or something?" Angel laughed.

"Yeah, actually. I'm worried that her head injury might have been
worse than we thought. She disappeared last night during dinner."
Spike answered, distracted now that he knew Angel hadn't seen his
girl.

"Oh god, sorry man." Angel was instantly contrite. "If you want I can
help look for her. Harmony, too. I'll just go up and get her from the
room."

"Yeah, yeah. That would be great. Thanks." Spike was already
going down the steps towards the lobby, hoping his friends had
arrived.

As soon as Spike was out of sight, Angel turned back toward the hall
with a satisfied smirk. Now, all he had to do was setup the ransom
note. At least his ditzy girlfriend was a magazine junkie. He just
needed to get rid of her long enough to cut up the letters he'd need
for the note.

Angel headed toward his suite, entering without even a greeting.

"Hi, honey." Harmony jumped up to kiss him hello. "Where've you
been all morning?"

"Oh, just had a workshop I had to go to. You know ths a s a working
holiday, Harm."

"Oh, well, are you free for the afternoon? We can spend some time
together." She asked eagerly.

Angel's mind was churning over the potential ways he could get
Harmony to leave for a few hours. "Sure, Harm. I'd love to spend
time with you; you know that. But how about we skip tonight's big
dinner and do something fancy, just you and me?"

"Oh, Angel, really?" Harmony was so excited, this was the first time
in a while Angel had wanted to do something romantic, just the two of
them.

"Sure, baby. In fact, I'll ask the desk clerk what the fanciest most
romantic restaurant on the island is and I'll make reservations for
tonight. How's that?" Angel went over and wrapped his arms around
Harmony, pulling her close for a deep kiss.

"Yes! That would be so nice, honey. It's been so long since we've
gone out together." Harmony snuggled closer into Angel's embrace,
enjoying the warm feeling of being in his arms.

"Why don't you spend the next couple of hours in the spa downstairs?
You can do a whole xatixation makeover thing. You're already
beautiful, but I know how much you love to really fancy up. And I
know you said there was a sexy dress in thop dop downstairs you
were thinking about getting." Angel waggled his eyebrows at her.
"How 'bout you go ahead and pick it up after your spa treatment and
wear it tonight?" He nibbled at her neck as he spoke, sending erotic
shivers down her spine.

Harmony was almost speechless. Not only had he remembered
about the dress she'd spoken about but he wanted her to get a new
sexy makeover for tonight's dinner. He was making it sound really
special, and she loved it! It'd been such a long time since he'd even
really shown any interest. She was beginning to think their
relationship was coming to a close. Maybe all his business stuff was
close to being resolved. She knew that was a cause of most of the
tension and stress he'd been under lately. He sure seemed much
happier now.

"Okay, honey. I'll pretty myself up for you. I'll be so sexy you'll
probably want to end up just skipping dinner!" Harmony giggled and
kissed him again before pulling away. "I'll meet you back up here at
about 6:30, all right?"

"That would be perfect, baby." He winked at her as she grabbed her
purse and headed out the door. Blowing her a kiss he added a quick
goodbye. "See you soon, Harm."

"Bye, honey." The door closed with a quiet snickind ind her.

The sickeningly sweet smile dropped off Angel's face as he made his
way over to throw the dead bolt. He had approximately 2 and half
hours to complete the note and deliver it without being seen. As soon
as the dead bolt was in place he headed over to the coffee table
where several stacks of magazines were strewn. Grabbing the first
stack within reach, Angel dropped onto the couch and got to work.