Love Hurts

Chapter Nineteen



"Buffy! Buffy love, where are you? "

Spike rushed into the apartment and slammed the door as he called out to her. The bedroom door was left ajar and he could see the rumpled sheets and wet towel on the floor. As he pushed the door open to walk through, he kicked something and noticed her cell phone. He frowned as he bent to pick it up. She wouldn't leave without it. Curious, he flipped it open and saw the last call listed there. Then he noticed the time. Wondering why he hadn't heard his phone, he reached for the pocket he usually kept it in, and found it gone.

His heart stopped then thudded in his chest hard as he came to the conclusion of what must have happened.

"Fuck! " He growled and ran to the door.


The guard in the front passenger seat got out as the car slowed to a stop and opened the door for her. He held his hand out to help her but she ignored it and slid from the car. The three men surrounded her , one spoke into a radio, the other two took an arm each and escorted Buffy into the station.

The building was a huge grey box that had the occasional window upstairs. Buffy looked up briefly as she walked up the grey concrete stairs and noticed a man staring at her from one of the windows. He turned his body but kept looking down at her as she entered. The cold blast from the air conditioning broke her from her daze and Buffy let her eyes adjust to the bright lighting inside. A mousey looking woman with 1950's style glasses looked up and smiled. It wasn't returned and she pulled a file out from a drawer under her desk and handed it to Agent Matthews. He smiled once at the woman and then with a quick tilt of his head, lead the way to the interview rooms.

People littered the hallways, some in cuffs, some just stood against walls. It was easy for Buffy to see which were Agents or Detectives by the way their jackets hung, hiding their weapons obviously. Matthews stopped outside a room and opened the door, allowing Buffy and the other Agents in first and then closing the door behind himself. He threw the file onto the table and loosened his tie.

"Sit down Buffy and make yourself comfortable. Can we get you anything before we start? "

"No, " she croaked. Buffy cleared her throat and repeated herself. "No. I'm fine. " She sat down and the two agents went and stood at the back of the room, each on a corner of their own. Matthews started the tape machine

Matthews sat down and flipped the front of the file open and read a few lines. He looked up and smiled.

"It seems you have had a long drawn out association with O' Connor. How old were you when you first met him? "

Buffy looked down and her hands then back up. "I was seventeen. "

" It says here that your father got involved with him, loans, gambling, drugs and whores, is that right?

Buffy swallowed hard and tried to hide the disgust and pain it caused her to remember how this all started. She hissed out a yes.

" You said that it was O' Connor that killed your parents. "

"It was. " Her voice held an edge of sadness to it.

Matthews sympathized but had to ask, " Tell me what you remember of that day. "

One of the other agents cleared his throat making Buffy look at him as she fought off her tears. Swallowing hard, Buffy recalled that day with perfect clarity.

""I'd just come home from cheer leading practice and had walked into the lounge.A tall man stood holding my father by the throat, my Mum was on the floor at his feet.I ran in screaming and I tried to hit him and get him to let him go .My Dad told me to run, to get out, but I stayed there frozen .The man looked at me, this look of ... I don't know... he had this look of absolute rage on his face, yet his eyes were laughing as though he was enjoying himself.He saw me and let go of my father. That was when he grabbed me and pulled me to his chest, I struggled to get away, but he held me too tight.I felt his body rub against me, felt his erection rub against me and he licked my face. "

Buffy sighed, Matthews handed her a box of tissues, which she took and wiped away her tears.

"He told my father that he would kill him and keep me as his. Angel said that I would be a gold mine.I struggled to get out of his hold, but it was useless.Angel laughed at my attempts and told me to keep it up and that he would get an erection.He asked me if I had ever been fucked before. My parents, their faces were full of fear as they sat on the floor, loathing him for what he was doing to me, to us.My reached out to him and begged him to do it to her, not me, but he laughed. Angel said, "Why would I want you? You're used up...Your daughter is fresh, never even been kissed I bet." He ground his hardness into me as he raised his gun and told them to remember the rules. My parents sat there and had to watch him...... "

A noise from outside the room broke everyone's concentration.

"What happened next, Buffy? " Matthews asked in a strained voice.

Angel threw me onto our couch and came at me. He opened his trousers and took off my cheerleader panties.He glanced over his shoulder and smirked at my father before grabbing my hair and kissing me hard. I pushed against him, struggled to get free but he threatened to shoot my father if I didn't let him... let him... "

Matthews winced and shuddered. Buffy was doing such a good job of recalling that day that it was almost as if he was there. Bile rose to his throat. He swallowed it back hard and shook himself in a bid to get the pictures from settling in his mind.

Buffy's eyes filled with fresh tears and she shook her head. " Angel touched me and I could see that he was ready to.. to rape me. I screamed as he forced his way into me and brought my legs up to force him back.My father couldn't take it any longer and he rushed at Angel, bowling him over .He landed beside him and knelt up, swinging a punch at Angels face. As the momentum carried him over Angels body, a shot rang out. My mum and I screamed as my father fell to the side, clutching his chest. Blood soaked his shirt and pooled under him. His eyes were so strange. He stared at my mum. I ran to my mothers side and tried to get her up from the floor.Angel pushed my father with the toe of his boot before turning his attention to us.

He pointed to my dad and said that he had a problem now.He said that my father had used his girls and never paid, he took his drugs and never paid, and that he gambled, running up a huge tab.He said that he wouldn't be getting that money back, that my father had debt as long as your arm. He asked us what we thought he should do about it.My mum offered him the house but Angel said that it wouldn't cover the debt. He held the gun to my mums head and I panicked. I kicked him in his groin and tried to pull my mum out of the lounge and out of the house but then I heard the gun go off. My mum fell to her knees and told me to go and hide. Angel was getting to his feet, I kissed my mum and ran up the stairs, he shot at me but he missed. I ran into my bedroom and locked the door. I backed away from the door as he shot at it.He told me that he would mark me as his, I hid in a small hole behind a panel in my room and stayed there until I heard the sirens outside my house. "


"Thank you Buffy, we understand that it must be hard for you to do this. Would you like a break? "

Buffy nodded and stood. Matthews paused the tape recording and then stood as well. He gathered up the file and held his arm out for Buffy. Needing the support, Buffy willingly went into his arms and walked out of the interview room like that.

They had taken only a few steps out of the room when she heard the one voice she really didn't want to hear.

"Buffy! "

She looked up at Matthews and patted his chest, giving him the go ahead to let her go. He did, but stood behind her and only three steps back.

" Leave me alone! "

Spike stopped where he stood. " Can't do that love. "

"Why not? It's what I asked you to do. Just before you went to a bar and picked up the first woman you saw. "

He looked as guilty as he was and didn't say anything.

"Was she good? Hmm? Better than me? I god damn hope she was worth it cos we are through. You want to know how I found out? "

He raised a brow.

"I rang you, to ask you to come back, because I do need you, or needed you and she answered your phone. "

"I can explain if you just give me the cha...."

"Explain how you got drunk, felt hurt that I needed to do this alone and so you slept with a woman to get back at me. Am I right? "

"I didn't sleep with her, Buffy . "

" No, you didn't get the chance to, so it was a quick fuck then... Like that makes it a whole lot better! "


Buffy stepped close enough that she could smell the alcohol and the perfume. Her nose creased up at the smell and she coughed. "You stink of her. " She looked closely at him now and saw the smear of bright lipstick on his ear and neck. " You couldn't even take the time to wash the woman's lipstick off. You really are a piece of work. Get away from me. "

Matthews walked towards the couple and took Buffy's elbow. She backed away from Spike shaking her head.

" I loved you, so much. How could you do this to me? " She broke down then, and turned away from him.

Spike called out to her back as she walked back into the interview room, " Buffy , please! "



Buffy sat in a chair facing the window. Her hands held a cold coffee that Matthews had given her two hours ago. The sun was just starting to rise and the sky was now a sapphire blue. She heard the light rap on the door but didn't turn to see who it was. She knew.

"I've just come for my ... things, then I'll go. "

Buffy tilted her head. Spike drew his clothes from the wardrobe and threw them on the bed, then he took out a suitcase and unzipped it.

"How did you do, with the interview yesterday? "
"I don't want to talk about it. " Her voice was emotionless and raspy, as if she had been awake all night holding back the tears.

"I'll just.... " He pointed at the case and she nodded, then went back to watching the sun rise.

Fifteen minutes later Spike zipped the case up and put it at his feet. He was tired, frustrated and angry and determined to have his say. Once he had gotten everything off his chest he would leave.

" You told me to go. It was you that told me you needed space to go through this alone and end up being you again. I left so you could do that. You ended it Buffy, not me. Yes, I went to a bar and had a few drinks, yes I took a woman back to her room and I'll admit that she went down on her knees, but you know what? I couldn't! I closed my eyes and saw you. Saw you stood before me crying, asking me why! I couldn't do it Buffy.... You want to end this , fine. But it won't be because I was at fault here. "

Spike threw the note onto the bed and picked up his suitcase. " Read the note ... See you around. "

With that he was gone. Buffy breathed in and back out loudly and uncurled her stiff and aching legs. The pins and needles set in with their vicious attack by the time she reached the bed. She pulled the envelope to her and read the fine script he had written her name in. Curious and also scared, she hesitated before opening it.


Buffy,

I want you to know that I never intended to hurt you the way I have. I have loved you ever since the day you walked into the recreation room at the home. The day we first made love in the old gym was the day that you saved me. My intention was to save you every day after that. I realize now that you have to save yourself.

Find yourself Buffy, find a way of starting a fresh new life, one that will not be shadowed by your past.

I have handed in my resignation and will be moving once the sale of my house goes through. I'm not sure where I'll go, but I will let some of the partners as Summers Inc know.If you ever need me then you only need to call and I will be there.

Yours. S




She had been a fool and because she had, she had lost the one good thing, the only person in her life that mattered.




Matthews walked into the apartment and tossed his jacket and the file onto the coffee table. It had been an emotional day and now he was back, he would have to deal with the wreck that was his charge. He wasn't insensitive. It was just draining. Hearing everything that Buffy had dealt with before the abduction was bad enough, but tomorrow he would hear most of what had happened after the abduction. He wasn't sure if he would be able to come face to face with O'Connor without putting a bullet in him now.

Buffy entered the room and graced him with a smile. She was wearing a tiny vest top, no bra, he noticed her perky breasts bounce freely , and a tiny pair of shorts. Seeing her like this stirred his libido and then immediately, made him feel shame. How could he get turned on by her after everything he had heard? He shook his head and drew the file towards him, opening it so he would have something else to focus on.

"You want a coffee? I'm doing myself one so it'll be no bother. "
"Sure. " He kept his gaze on the papers in front of him.


Buffy bit her bottom lip. Was she really going to do it? Matthews was good looking, his blue-grey eyes sparkled, his honey blonde hair was that recent style, like bed hair which looked so sexy on him.He was physically pleasing to the eye, his body wasn't bulky with muscle but he was not that wiry type like Spike either. From what she had seen in the mornings, not that she really looked, you couldn't help but notice, he was well endowed. She watched as he concentrated on whatever he was reading while he pulled off his tie and opened the top four buttons on his shirt.

Yummy.


Buffy poured the coffee and walked over to the coffee table, she stood with the table between herself and Matthews and bent over, deliberately giving him a view of her perfect breasts. His mouth opened and then shut quickly, his teeth clamping shut audibly.

"Th... thanks. " his adams apples bobbed in his throat as he stared at her.Oh god she was coming onto him. "W. Where's the.... ? "
"They had to go and pick up the spares, I think that's what they called them. They said to tell you they'd be back after seven. "


Matthews looked at the clock. He had two hours alone with her. Well, except for the two men stationed outside the apartment and the three downstairs in the lobby. But he was here, sat on the couch that she was now sat on too.

"You know, I don't know a thing about you. If I'm going to be putting my life in your hands, I really should get to know you better. Don't ya think? "

"What do you want to know? "

"Married? "

"No, no girlfriend either. My job doesn't exactly leave me a lot of time. " What the hell had he said that for?

"Age? "

"Thirty two. "

What was she playing at? Sure stress from the trial can affect you in different ways, and take into consideration that Spike had done .....

"Buffy? "

"I know what you're going to say so save it. "

Buffy got up and went to go back into her room, but Matthews caught her hand and held her back.

"It's.. Look, you're a really attractive woman and I would be the first to take a shot at you. But not now. It would complicate things with the case and I could get into a lot of trouble if we did anything. I'm ... "

"How'd know? " She moved closer to him, ran her hands down from his shoulders and under his shirt to touch his bared chest.

Matthews looked down at her and sighed. Her hands felt so good, his cock twitched to let him, and her know just how good. It didn't help matters when she took his hand and placed it on her left breast. He watched as his fingers curled around her small, pert breast and his thumb rolled over the hardened nipple, eliciting a sigh from Buffy. She arched into his hand and started to undo the rest of his shirt buttons, pulling it from his trousers when she reached the last one.

"What about the others, and Spike? "

" The others won't be back for two hours, I told you. As for Spike? He's not in my life now. "

" I can't believe we're going to do this. "

He had surrendered, given in to the temptation that stood in front of him . He leaned down and caught her around the waist with his hands, pulling her to him. His full lips covered hers gently as he took that last step over the precipice and fell.

"Lets go into my room, that way we can lock the door. " Buffy mumbled .

Matthews nodded and walked them towards the double doors.





Spike hung up the phone and tucked his credit card back into his wallet. If he hadn't heard from her by three tomorrow afternoon, then he would go, take the flight and would never step foot on U.S. soil again. He sat back on his couch, drained the beer in his hand and let his tears fall. Where had it all gone wrong?



Matthews broke from the kiss first and spread his fingers across her back, his nails dug into the flesh under them making Buffy hiss.

" How long has it been? "

He frowned as her question broke through to his lust addled brain... " Eight months "

"I'll make it so good for you. "

She already was. Her small hands hand stripped him of his shirt and trousers, had mapped his body twice and were now stroking his cock to perfection.

" Tell me what you like, what you crave, all your wants and fantasies. "

"Just ... "
"Tell me, " she whispered, coaxing him into telling her every little nasty thing he liked.

" Like to be bit and scratched, gently nothing too hard. "
"Anything else? "

Matthews looked down at her and she could read those eyes. Oh he had other kinks, he just didn't know if he should share.

"This is between us. No-one will know except me and you. "

Her hand worked his cock while they talked, making him let out sighs and groans. Her thumb brushed across the head and collected the pre-cum to use as lubricant. He was starting to move with her strokes, thrusting a little as she did.

" I always.. shit... wanted to ... so good... tie a girl up and .... "
"Tell me, " she whispered again

"And be tied up. "

Buffy smiled. As fantasies went, this was one of the most common and one she enjoyed.

"I want to do so much to you, " he hissed. " I heard you and him and got so horny I had to go beat off. Made me wonder what you did to him to make him cry out like that. "

Buffy pushed back the thoughts of Spike and smiled. " I could do it all to you, would you want that? "

Matthews nodded and groaned loudly as Buffy took him into her mouth and swallowed around the head.



No matter how he tried, Spike couldn't sleep. He got up and took a shower and went to raid his fridge. He shut the door to the fridge with his foot, his eyes falling onto the phone, it's light blinking. He put the armful of food onto the counter and hit the play button.

"We heard what happened and we're sorry. We've tried to get hold of you all day.Something's happened and we need you to get back into the apartment and keep an eye on the agents. We spoke to O'Connor earlier and he insinuated that he had someone watching her. We didn't believe him at first but he knew too much. He knew that you had left her. Spike, get there as soon as you get this message, there's a leak in the department and we can't trust anyone here. I'll call you as soon as we know any more. "

"For fuck sake! " He yelled as he grabbed his keys and ran for the front door. When would this all end?



Buffy sat astride Matthews, sweat covered their bodies. Matthews smirked as Buffy ground her hips down on him. He pulled on the restraints, a need to touch her burned in him. What he needed to do was to get her tied to the bed so that he could pound her into the mattress and find his release. She had teased him, kissed and sucked him into a frenzy and now he needed to do the same. Turn about was fair play. Bites and scratches littered their bodies, proof that their coupling had been less than gentle.

" Let me out of these, " Matthews said as he rattled his cuffs. "I think it's your turn sweetling. "

Buffy gripped his cock as she rose and leaned forward to unlock the cuffs. As soon as his wrists were free, Matthews got behind her and forced her face down on the mattress. One hand held her down while the other cuffed her to one side of the bed.

"Now I can take you any way I want. "He told her as he thrust into her wet core while she knelt and put his weight on her back, making her fall to the mattress. His large hand wrapped around her neck and held her down. Panic set in and Buffy tried to push herself back up. All it did was force him inside her harder, making her cry out. Matthews leaned over her back and bit into her shoulder hard, marking her and drawing blood. Buffy screamed and twisted under him, trying to dislodge him.

"He told me how good you were but I thought he exaggerated. He taught you well, I'll say that for him. Too bad I have to do this. "

His hand tightened around her throat as he slammed into her hard and fast. His face set into a evil smirk, his eyes crazed with sex and the violence. Buffy tried hard to pull her hands out of the cuffs but they held her firm. Matthews was close, his whole body quivered above her, his hand loosened slightly with every convulsion and he growled out as she felt him fill her. Buffy's eyes widened as her need to breathe became harder and more restricted. His sweat dripped onto her face as he shook his head and laughed at her. Was this really how it would end?


Spike pulled up outside the hotel, his brakes squealing, smoke rising from the hot tyres and ran into the foyer.

"We've been told to let no-one up there..... Hey! You! "

The guards tried to stop him but caught the edge of his jacket as he ran for the stairs. Spike took three at a time and made it to the floor they were on. He swung open the fire door and ran down the corridor.

Buffy's eyes rolled and her whole body had started to tingle as her muscles screamed out for oxygen, her mind was fogging over. It wouldn't be long now.


" You know, I liked you a lot, really I did. " Matthews leaned in and whispered as he laid his cheek against hers, " Angel sends his love. " And then he kissed her.


Spike kicked the door and splintered the cede. It stood solid against his assault though. He pulled out his gun and shot at the lock, breaking it and then kicked it open. He pushed it aside as he walked into the apartment and stormed towards the bedroom. This time he shot at the lock first and rushed in.


He froze, a pause as he took in what was happening. Matthews turned to look over his shoulder and smiled.

"Well, well, well.... loverboy returns. "

Spike looked past him and saw Buffy, now surrounded by the sheets that she had desperately clawed at, her eyes open and glassy. He moved fast, so fast that Matthews hardly saw him coming. Spike punched him in the jaw, sending him to the floor and then trained the gun on him. With his free hand, Spike called 911.


"Give me one good reason not to shoot you right the hell now? " he growled.

Matthews wiped the blood from his nose and lip and laughed. Behind Spike stood four agents that had their guns trained on him, all calling for him to drop his weapon. One agent had gone to the bed and was now trying to revive Buffy. Spike watched and held the gun out for an agent to take then once he was unarmed, put his hands on his head and dropped to his knees.

Matthews got up, still naked and punched Spike, " When are you going to learn, hmm? She, is his. As long as Angel breathes, she breathes, she . will . be . his . "