Love Hurts

A/N :- Thank you so much for the great reviews Sibb!


Chapter 15.


"You don't believe me? " He seemed so insecure and hurt, but with an under current of anger. Angel looked vulnerable as he sat beside her on the bed.
"How can I? After everything you have done to me! You've just tried to kill me! That isn't love, Angel. "

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't ... I'm sorry. "

Buffy shook her head in disbelief. This can't be happening. Was he out of his mind? Or maybe she was... Maybe she was still out cold and this was all some bizarre vision - slash - dream she was having. She shook her head again and frowned at him. "You can't .. you don't love me Angel, you're just scared of losing me. You know how much trouble you're in and are trying to convince me you love me so that I either drop the case against you, or stay with you in a vague hope that I feel the same way. " At his hopeful eyes she quickly added, " I don't. I'm sorry. "

It was Angels turn to shake his head. "I do, Buffy. I know it may not feel like it, with everything I have done to you.I'm not tying to convince you so that I'm not punished for what I've done. You have no idea what my life is, was like. "

Buffy kept quiet and listened to him. In truth, she simply didn't know what to say to him.

"Darla found me when I was young, only seventeen, and took me under her wing. At first I was treated well, she dressed me up in style, gave me things that I had always wanted. She was twenty six, beautiful, rich... most of all, she was powerful. I was drunk on her and I was naive. I wanted to please her, I let her mould me into what she wanted, needed me to be. "

"She made you the man you are today, is that what you're trying to say? "
"Yes. "
"Bullshit! " Buffy said, angered. "She wasn't there when you killed my parents, when you raped me. Darla wasn't there for a most of what you put me through. Where is she now? "

He looked down at her, still laying on the bed. "Trust me when I say it was her. It was Darla and her boss. This, all of this, is bigger than just me.Darla may not have been there but she was pulling the strings. She's on her way back to LA now. She was in London with the other man. When she saw you and how I was about you, she left to be with him. I know there are rumors that I had her killed and I let them carry on. "

"Why didn't you try and get away from her and tell the police? "
"I tried once and she found out. Darla said I was in too deep and that if I told the police, I'd be the one that would 'go down' for it all. I believed her. "

The last of her anger was dying. If what he had said was true, then he was a victim too. Not as much as she was, but one all the same. "Can you take my cuffs off now? "

Angel hesitated. He looked at her, probably weighing up the pro's and cons of letting her out of them, then took the bunch of keys back out of his pocket. He leaned behind her and winced. Her wrists were raw and bruised. He rubbed across the marks gently with fingertips, making Buffy look over her shoulder at him. "Your wrists are bruised.I'm sorry. " She didn't answer him, but looked away as he unlocked the first cuff. The relief was instant and Buffy slowly drew her arm around so that she could look for herself. It looked bad and her shoulder felt as though it was dislocated as she rotated it. Angel took the cuff off of her other wrist and then slid off the bed and knelt before her.

"I am sorry Buffy, for all of this. "

Buffy looked down at him, the pain and discomfort there in her eyes for him to see. "Let me get something to fix up your wrists. " Angel stood, grabbed the keys from the bed and left the room, locking the door after him. Buffy breathed a sigh of relief and closed her eyes when she heard his footsteps get farther away. With one last look at the door, she took her cell phone out of her pocket, hissing as the opening rubbed her wrist, and dialed.

"Morgan , Summers and McDonald. "
"I need to speak to Spike... William.... " Buffy watched the door and listened for Angels return.Her heart raced and her breathing was shallow and fast.
"I'm sorry, but Mr Pratt seems to be out of his office. Is there anyone else that I can put you through to? "
"Lindsay.. MacDonald.. Hurry please! "

After a few seconds, which seemed so much longer, the receptionist announced that he too, was out of the office. "Do you have Mr Pratts home number? " Buffy asked. The receptionist read out a number and Buffy hung up immediately. After repeating the number over and over as she dialed it, she finally pressed the call button. It rang.




Spike slouched on his couch, a bottle of Jack hung in his fingers.His tie was loose and twisted, his shirt untucked. He looked over at where his phone sat when it rang. He stared at it blankly and then, as if it finally penetrated through his alcohol induced haze, he slowly got up.
"Alright, I'm bloody coming... " he reached it and snatched it out of its cradle. "What? " he barked, expecting it to be either Lindsay again , or the police.

"Spike? Is that you? " she whispered.
"Buffy? Where the hell are you? Are you alright? "
"He has me at his mothers house.I don't know where it is.. it was dark and there wasn't any signs.. "
"Has he hurt you? Please tell me you're okay, love. " His voice broke with the emotions he was trying to keep in.
"I'm fine.... I have to go... Just, Spike.... find me.... I love you. " She hung up

Spike stared at the phone and closed his eyes. The relief he felt was momentary before panic kicked in and he pressed the end call button and cut the dial tone off. He walked to the couch and pulled his discarded jacket towards him, diving his free hand into the pocket. The detectives card. He turned it over and punched in the number.


Buffy had just enough time to put her phone back in her pocket before the door swung open.Angel came in carrying a bowl of what she assumed, was water.Over his arm was a white towel and he had a bag hanging from his fingers. Angel dropped the bag beside her on the bed and placed the bowl on the bedside table. "Lets take care of your wrists? "

It was only a small smile, but the smile she gave him encouraged him. Buffy held her hands out to him and he took a cloth out of the bag and soaked it in the bowl. "This might sting. " Buffy winced as the solution ran over the cuts and bruising and tried to pull her hand out of his grip. He smiled. "Don't be such a baby, " he said.

"I'm not! " she growled, "It hurts! "

The guilty look was back on his face. "Sorry. "
"Will you stop saying that! You aren't sorry. Not for any of it. "

He patted her wrists dry and looked back into the bag, pulling two wrapped bandages out after a few seconds. Buffy watched as he finished caring for her wounds and packed everything back up. He went to the adjoining bathroom and put the bag away and then emptied the bowl. He looked out of the door at her, she fidgeted on the bed and checked the job he had done with the bandages. He smiled sadly. "How about a bath? It will help you to relax? "

"I'm fine and I doubt that it would relax me. I doubt anything would relax me right now. "
"Not with me here, is that it? "

Buffy gave him a knowing look.

"You've been naked in front of me before. "
"That was different. "
"Because you had to? "

She nodded and looked down into her lap.

" Let me go and run you a bath. " Buffy looked up at him and watched as he walked back into the bathroom, his voice hollowed once he was in the smaller room, " You can push the door to so that I can't see anything when you undress.I'll unpack you some fresh clothes while you bathe. "

She still didn't trust him. "My wrists? " She held up the freshly bandaged wounds as if to remind him and then dropped them back in her lap. "I'll be alright. I'll take a bath in the morning, hopefully by then they would have healed enough. He nodded.

"Are you hungry? Want anything? "

Buffy opened her mouth to say 'to go home' but changed her mind at his look. It was as if he could read her mind, or the look on her face and it stopped her. She shook her head ,no.

"Then we should try and get some sleep, we've had a long day. I don't know if it's just me but I'm tired. Buffy watched as he started to undress and a new wave of panic set in. He was going to stay in the room, in the same bed as her. When he was down to just his underwear, she swallowed hard. He walked to her and reached out to take her foot in his hand and she froze.

"Don't look so scared, I'm just taking your shoes off. You want to be comfortable, don't you? "

Buffy just stared at him, unsure of what to say or do. She didn't want him to undress her. Buffy knew that the police, and whoever else would rescue her, couldn't be that much longer and the last thing she wanted, was them rushing in and catching them spooning.Definitely not, and not with them both naked. It would hardly look to them like she was a kidnap victim. After all, who slept nude and all cosy like that if they fear their abuser?

"I'd rather keep my clothes on. "

Angel showed the first signs of anger since they had first arrived. He stood up from his crouched position at her feet and walked away. "I am not going to lay beside you while you wear clothes. I want to feel you against me, naked, your skin against mine. Just once more. I know that I don't have long before the police find us. "

"Angel , I ... "
"Please... " he pleaded. He walked back to the bed slowly so as not to spook her, and knelt beside the bed. His arms wound around her waist as he buried his head in her lap. "Please Buffy, just one more time, let me make love to you as I should have. "

Buffy looked down at him, a mix of fear, panic, nausea and pity flooded her and she sighed out loud. He looked up at her, seeing the wealth of emotions there in her eyes and face. "Fine, stay dressed if that is what it takes for you to feel safe. " he bit out. He went to the other side of the bed and got under the covers. She looked at him over her shoulder and was grateful that his back was towards her. He was right, she was tired. Buffy's wrists were sore and her shoulders ached from being held back for too long. Sleep was not going to be easy tonight.

After sitting on the bed in the same spot for over ten minutes, Buffy finally stood and went to the bathroom. Angels eyes looked toward the bathroom door and saw it was left slightly ajar. He smiled, satisfied that she would at least be coming to his bed soon.


The detectives arrived at Spikes home soon after he made the call. Adrenaline was making him edgy, restless and Spike couldn't stop pacing.When he did, he bounced on his toes and rocked on his feet. The detectives had all the information he had, there was nothing else he could give them and yet, they still asked questions, wrote down anything he said and were still there. Finally after two hours, one of the detectives got his cell phone out and gave the info to someone else. When the call had ended he came and stood beside Spike.

"The station has passed this all on to the F.B.I.. now. It's out of our hands. Based on everything you have told us, we think there is a possibility that he might try and flee the country, with or without her. "

The detectives tone hid nothing. Knowing Angels track record for murder, they thought it was possible that he would kill her and then flee. Spike suddenly felt the blood drain from his face and staggered to the nearest chair. He sat heavily into the leather seat and stared at the French doors. "She's fine... he wouldn't ... I heard her, she said she was fine. "

"I'm sorry Spike, we'll do our best to find her. The F.B.I.. will be here soon . Do you want us to inform Mr MacDonald? "

Spike shook his head without blinking or looking at the detective. "No... no .. I'll do it. "
"Okay then. " The detective looked at his partner and they both walked slowly away. They stayed in the kitchen, out of the way until the F.B.I. arrived.


Buffy walked back into the bedroom and turned all the lights out except for the one in the bathroom. Carefully, so as not to wake Angel, she slid under the covers and turned her back to him. She had wrestled with the choice of whether to take her clothes off, or keep them on. Deciding that her jeans were too uncomfortable to sleep in she took them off. Her top was warm and she had a strapped vest on, so Buffy took off her outer top , leaving her in a thong and strappy vest. It would have to do. Buffy just hoped it was enough to stop Angel from getting the wrong idea, but enough that it would appease him. Despite her fears that sleep would be evasive tonight, she soon fell asleep.

The F.B.I. arrived. A swarm of suits rushed into Spikes lounge and immediately one introduced himself as Matthews and flashed the badge.

" Sir, I'm Agent Matthews and this is Agent Stone, we will be as quick as we can but we need to ask you a few questions. We know you must have some for us , and we will answer them, but the faster you tell us what you know, the faster we'll find your girlfriend. "

Spike nodded. "I told the other detectives all I know, can't you just get the file from them? "
"That isn't how it works I'm afraid, " he smiled. "Make everyone's life a whole lot easier if it did. "

Spike smiled and nodded. "So, what do you want to know? "


Angel rolled over, one arm gripped her waist and the went under her pillow. His legs curled themselves around hers, pulling his front against her back. He breathed in the scent of her neck and hair and let out a sigh. His hand trailed lightly over her hip to the lacy edge of her thong and followed it round to her ass. Buffy's eyes screwed up tight and she swallowed hard. It was as if her heart was caught in her throat, making it hard to breathe. She lay still, trying to will away the sensation of having him a her back. The small thrusts his hips made pushed his hardness against her. Buffy tried hard to ignore the feelings that stirred within from his actions. Her body was betraying her and she knew he could tell. Her breathing got deeper and her heart raced , but more than that, she was getting wetter. He pulled the thong to one side and pushed forward.Each thrust slid him through her moistened lips and hit that spot, perfectly. A small moan escaped her lips and she froze. He smiled, that knowing smile he got when he knew he was winning, and thrust harder against her hot ,wet flesh.

"Stop... please .... " she whispered. Her answer was yet another hard thrust that hit her clitoris, making her hiss.Angels tongue slid out to wet his lips, bit down on the fuller lower lip as the head of his engorged member slid against her opening. His fingers gripped her thong and ripped it away from her body, leaving her exposed to him now. He watched as his cock slid through the gap at the apex of her thighs , watched as it became glossy.

"Turn over, onto your back. "

Buffy wanted to stay where she was, to not give him what he wanted, what he needed, but she knew that regardless of which way she laid, Angel would take what he wanted. If she refused, he would make it hurt. Slowly she turned onto her back and looked up at him. He looked down as his hand played at the hem of her vest. "Take this off. I want to see you naked under me. Want to see all of you. "

Buffy sat up and took off her vest and folded her arms across her chest. Angel knelt before her and took her hands, placing one on his chest, the other on his cock. He covered her hand with his and he hissed when he squeezed. Buffy looked up at him and stroked down his chest, passed the line of hair that lead to his manhood. Her hand gently stroked that soft skin behind his scrotum and came forward to cup his balls. Their joined hands stroked up and down his length, Angel held onto her shoulder to keep himself upright as his his began to thrust in time. Buffy watched as his face slackened, his lips parted and he closed his eyes, she then leaned in to lick at the head.

"Ahh, ... baby, so good. Take me in... all of me.. "

Buffy took the swollen head into her mouth, tasting herself on him and sucked hard, her tongue tracing the edge of his foreskin before running it along the slit. Angel cried out as she slowly took more in, sucking hard until she had him all the way in.

"So good.... I'm close ... "

It was his way of telling her to stop. In all the years she had been with him, not once had he finished off in her mouth. Buffy took him as deep into her throat as she could and swallowed around him. He gasped and cried out again before he took himself out of her mouth. He grasped her ankles and pulled her back down the bed, forcing her to lie down. He crawled up her body and laid above her, his hand probing her folds and finding her wet, so wet. Angel raised himself up on one hand and raised one of her legs up onto his shoulder.

"Want you so bad... going to make love to you... make it gentle, sweet baby ... You're going to feel it... make you love me... "

Buffy shook her head and opened her mouth to protest, but Angel chose that moment to enter her.Her head shot back, rolled as he pushed his way into her and stilled. She was still so tight, so hot that she burned and squeezed him. It was delicious and his cock throbbed, threatening to spill itself already. When he was sure that he was calm enough, Angel moved , pulling himself out of her slowly before pushing back in at the same pace. He dropped her leg and parted her legs further, watching as he thrust in and out. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her onto him, his hands wide enough that his thumb brushed against her clitoris, making her arch her back.

Buffy knew that by making the right noises, making the right moves, he would think she was close and rush to finish himself. She squeezed him tight and started to move with him, moaning out loudly and whispering his name. His arms stretched up along her body and gripped her shoulders, forcing her into his thrusts but it still wasn't enough for him. He scooped her up into his arms and held her against his chest while he knelt back on his calves.With one arm he held her against his chest while the other cupped and supported her ass. Buffy wrapped her legs around him and bounced when he thrust, making him hit deep.

"I'm nearly there.. so close, " he said breathlessly.

Buffy closed her eyes and held on, resting her head on his shoulder while he increased the pace. His muscles tightened around her and he thrust once, twice, before he cried out and fell forward onto the bed. His breath was hot against her neck as he lay above her, panting out the last of his orgasm.

He heard the sob that escaped her and rose far enough to look down at her. He stroked away the wet hair from her face. She looked like a sheep caught by the wolf.So scared. "Why are you so upset? Was it not good? "

How could she answer him without him getting angered?

"It's about him, isn't it? The blonde lawyer? "

Maybe she didn't have to say anything. Buffy laid still and silent, not wanting to stir him up into an angered frenzy. Angel was still inside her, but soft now, so soft that he slipped from her without him having to move. Buffy grimaced at the sensation and it made him roll to her side, the side she was currently looking off to. Her eyes met his and she tried to look away.

"Don't look away, look at me, Buffy. " When Buffy looked at him he saw the anger and tears in her eyes. "You love him and that's why you can't love me? "
"Yeah, yeah I do. "
"And he was the one that you were running with that night I took you? " She nodded, her tears now flowing freely down her face.

Angel got up from the bed and picked up her to and his trousers. He handed Buffy her top, "Sorry, I kind of ruined your ... " At her look , he stopped. Buffy pulled the vest over her head as he sat down on the bed and pulled on his trousers. He stood to do the zip up and then went into the bathroom.

Buffy was amazed, this was a side of Angel that she hadn't seen. Was this the calm before the storm? She'd bet money on it. Now she wished she knew what was happening elsewhere and how long she had before the police arrived.