Dreams and Nightmares

Part 2


After collecting everything from the motel and officially checking out, the Scoobies and the AI team headed back to Sunnydale. Throughout the ride back, Buffy, Angel and Spike were all unusually quiet. They barely looked at each other and probably didn’t utter more than two words amongst them. The tension was thick and obvious. Buffy looked like she wanted to hide and at the same time, she also looked like she was fuming inside. This was definitely the calm before the storm. Spike and Angel were clearly uncomfortable and none of them seemed to want to talk about what happened during their captivity. In fact, they were extremely vague a eve everything. Something was up and everyone knew it. Giles watched all three curiously. He was determined to find out had what happened. Buffy did mention that she was given a shot and that some of her blood was drawn. That was the extent of what she shared with him.

Upon arriving at the Summers’ home, Buffy marched up the stairs and straight into her room. A moment later, she entered the bathroom and soon the shower water was running. Afterwards, she came back downstairs, hugged Dawn and told everyone goodnight. Minutes later, she was in bed.

Everyone tried to act like nothing was wrong but something clearly was. No one was brave enough to approach Buffy just yet; she looked about ready to explode. And no one commented on the fresh bite marks on her neck, one right over the previous scar Angel had given her, and one on the other side. It was obvious where they came from so Giles decided to tackle Angel before he returned to L.A., and then Spike.

“Angel, uh, when were you planning to return to L.A.?” Giles hesitantly asked.
“Uell,ell, I guess as soon as possible, was there something you needed?” Angel cautiously replied.
“Well, yes, woyou you please meet me at my place in about 30 minutes, alone?” Giles stressed the “alone” part of his request.

Assuming that Giles was picking up on the tension between them, Angel agreed. He really didn’t want to talk about it but he knew that Buffy would need to at some point but she probably wouldn’t on her own. He knew that Giles would know how to handle it. So, he went into the kitchen and fed and then pulled Spike aside to talk.

“Are you ok?” Spike was surprised to hear concern for him in Angel’s voice.
“Not really mate. All that time I felt so trapped in my own body. I couldn’t help Buffy and I couldn’t stop myself. And, what was that bloody stuff anyway? God, what am I going to say to her? How can I face her? How can I help her?” Tears were running down his face unheeded. “What about you, Peaches?”
Angel took a deep breath, “I don’t even know where to begin myself. But I’ll say this. Don’t let her push you away. She says she knows that it wasn’t really us, but does she really? Give her time but be there for her.”

Spike nodded and Angel then left to meet with Giles.

Giles’ Apartment

Giles was sitting on his couch having a cup of tea when Angel arrived. He walked in carrying a brown paper bag and cautiously approached the watcher.
Before Giles started, Angel asked, “What took you guys so long to find us?” The question wasn’t accusatory but a bit sad. Giles briefly described the problems with the location spell and what he suspected was blocking it, including the smashed Béjan orb that both he and Willow found when they arrived at the Dutton house. Angel seemed satisfied.
“What happened?” Giles decided to be as direct as possible.
Angel looked at him for a moment and then opened his bag. He pulled out a bottle of bourbon and a few bags of blood. Giles took the hint and got out a few glasses.
“This is going to be just as hard to hear as it is to tell, so please try not to interrupt. Um…. you may want to take notes or something.” Angel took a glass and knocked back his first drink. He then looked at Giles who had his little tape recorder and notebook r. A. And so Angel told the entire sordid story.

Forty-five minutes later, Giles sat in shock. He was on his sixth bourbon.

Sensing Giles needed a break, Angel suggested continuing the next day.
“Um, no, no, I’d like to get this over with if you don’t mind.” Giles absently wiped away the tears thell ell from his eyes. His poor girl. No wonder she looked so lost, so angry. In an attempt to move away from the more shocking elements of Angel’s account, Giles decided to focus on the gas.
“Angel, could you tell me more about this gas? How it made you feel? Anything?”
‘You mean besides wanting to fuck Buffy’s brains out?’ Angel didn’t think that was the way to go, so it took him a moment to put his feelings into words. “Well, let’s see. Colorless and odorless, there really was only a sensation of it, like the air was more humid, heavier. It made me feel warm all over. I am also pretty sure it was some kind of aphrodisiac because all I could think of was sex. Also, it was like I wasn’t really there. Like I was trapped and the demon took over. I knew what was happening but I had no control over my urges. I saw Buffy and my demon howled for her body the way it does for blood. It was like an itch under my skin that got more and more intense and only being with her, inside her, could even begin to alleviate it. God, she didn’t stand a chance with both of us in that state.”
“Are you saying that you reverted to Angelus?” Giles was near panic.
“No, no I wasn’t Angelus, although what I did to her was brutal all the same.” Giles didn’t look convinced. Angel went on, “Trust me, my soul may have been suppressed but I wasn’t in any danger of actually losing it.” Then he turned his back to the watcher and added in a softer, sadder tone, ”Believe me, nothing that happened in Dutton made my soul happy.” Then turning back to the watcher, he went on, “Also, I think she was weaker than usual, something was taking her strength cause she could barely fight back.”

Giles looked pensive for a moment. Something about this was very familiar to him and add that to Buffy’s apparent weakness. Suddenly realization hit and Giles visibly blanched.
“What is it?” Angel felt the tension rising within the watcher. Giles was onto something.
Giles considered him for a moment and then decided to share.
“I can’t be certain at the moment so please keep this just between the two of us. The gas you’ve described sounds rather similar to a substance that the Watchers’ Council developed in its research of vampires. We discovered it some time in the fifties and tested it on a few vampires. They went completely berserk after only a brief exposure. And well, as far as I know, only the Watchers’ Council has access to the compound that strips a slayer of her powers.” After a brief moment he continued, “also, outside of our immediate group and your team, only the Watchers’ Council knew that you three would be in Dutton this past week. In fact, they insisted that I send you three out there.” Giles looked at Angel, the implication of his words sinking in.
Angel flew off the couch, “Are you saying that the Watchers’ Council did this to us? To her? To their own slayer?” He was having a hard time keeping his anger in check. His fists were clenching and unclenching. He needed to hit something.
“Like I said, I can’t be sure just yet, or rather I don’t have proof. Perhaps it’s not the Watchers’ Council itself but maybe someone connected to it. Someone who has access and resources, not to mention enough magic knowledge to be able to block a powerful wicca. It could be a current watcher, a former watcher, possibly a research assistant. That gas stuff isn’t rare but it isn’t easy to get either. And then you’ve got to store it properly and have the right equipment to use it the way you describe. One thing is certain, the Council of Watchers seems to be the place to start.”
“Perhaps, but I guess the next question is, why? Why lock a weakened slayer in a room with two powerful vampires, two out of control vampires I might add, and let them rape her repeatedly? Was this some cruel, sick joke, or do you suspect a more sinister purpose behind it?” Angel was silently fuming.
“Well, they did take her blood didn’t they? I suppose that eliminates cruel joke.” Giles replied sarcastically. His disgust with the Watchers’ Council was clearly evident. He silently swore that if they were responsible for Buffy’s horrific ordeal, they would pay dearly.

After a moment, Angel continued, “Look, I’m going to send the rest of my team back tomorrow but I’ll stay here in Sunnydale at the mansion for a while longer. If the watchers are involved, this may not be over. Also, although I can’t even imagine what to say to her, I need to see Buffy again. I need to keep an eye on her, I need to try to make this better. By the way, you may want to talk to Spike, he spent a lot of time alone with her. Um…. are we done for now?” Angel needed to get out. He wanted to patrol and beat something to a pulp. He then wanted to drink himself into oblivion before getting some long needed sleep.
“I believe we are and I’ll be sure to talk to Spike. I agree that we do need to keep an eye on her, not only because of the watchers but also for her state of mind. I’m going to do some research, perhaps I can find something that’ll help us. I’ll call you tomorrow.” Giles responded.
Angel nodded, collected his things and headed out.
Angel patrolled for a few hours. Not surprisingly, he ran into Spike. The two took out all their grief and anger on any unfortunate demon that happened to cross their path that night. The demon community must have sensed death and vengeance in the air because after their first few slaughters, every demon fled at the mere scent of them. Angel soon got bored and returned to the mansion. He collapsed almost immediately after getting home, erotic images of the three of them entwined haunting him.


A few weeks later

--- 'It was the fourth day of their captivity. Buffy was in the bathroom. She had just finished showering and was dressing, although she wasn’t sure why she bothered. Angel walked in and put his arm around her waist. She knew what was coming next. He worked her over to the bathroom wall, kissing her neck, licking her scar. He lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist as he kissed her. Carrying her over to the bed, he lowered her onto her back. He then climbed on top, but reversed himself, positioning his head by her thighs. 69. Buffy got the hint. Remembering how he had forced her to go down on him before, she obliged. She was not in the mood for him to rip out any more of her hair. It hurt too much. She felt his tongue on her. The cool wetness dipped into her, tasting her, then devouring her. Her breath hitched as he delved deeper. She felt him move a little further back towards her head. He then pushed her legs further up and back towards her chest, using his weight and arms to keep them spread. The internal alarms went off in her head. Something was up but not wanting to anger him, she continued sucking. His tongue moved from her depths to her clit, laving it slowly, lightly sucking it as his fingers invaded her, pumping slowly in and out, twisting with each thrust. It was getting harder for her to concentrate on her task. He then slowly removed his fingers, and that’s when she felt it. Another cool, wet tongue. Spike. Buffy froze. “Oh God!” her only thought. This could not be happening. She tried to move, to close her legs and get up but Angel exerted more pressure keeping her legs open as he sat on her chest, pinning her. Spike ran his hands up her raised thighs, gently caressing her. She felt his fingers spread her sex, his tongue dipping in deeper and deeper while Angel’s tongue continued its assault on her clit. Buffy abandoned Angel’s cock and gripped his ass, digging her nails in deep. She needed to grip something, this was too surreal. Her breathing became ragged, loud moans escaping her. Then Spike’s tongue joined Angel’s on her clit while his fingers pumped into her. Buffy’s grip deepened. She gasped when she thought she felt Angel’s fingers briefly enter her too but then he removed them, leaving Spike pumping into her. Then, Buffy let out a little scream. Angel was slowly pushing two fingers into her ass. They were both pumping into her as their tongues laved and licked her clit. “No, no, please NO!” Buffy squirmed. This was too much, too much stimulation. They continued, Buffy’s rapid breathing and increasing shrieks and whimpers spurring them on. She thrashed wildly under Angel as they pushed her higher and higher. She climaxed. Her entire body convulsing under Angel’s weight. Moisture flooded out of her and they lapped it up, soon driving her over the edge again and again. Wave after wave of incredible sensation washed over her, she was floating, falling and drowning all at the same time. As she recovered from her third mind-boggling orgasm, Spike removed his fingers as Angel continued to suck her clit and pump slowly into her ass. Next Angel moved back more and she felt Spike’s cock pushing into her. He pushed her legs up, tilting her hips further upwards. He thrust slowly at first. Soon he was driving into her at the same rhythm that Angel sucked and pumped. Buffy grabbed one of the pillows and covered her face with it to muffle her own screams. She was soon hyperventilating. She threw the pillow down and gripped Angel’s thighs, drawing blood. The scent of blood only drove the two vampires into a frenzy as they began pumping wildly. Angel sucked harder. Her screams got louder, more desperate, she needed to come. They obliged her and she came with earth shattering force. Angel removed his fingers and moved off of her as Spike lowered himself onto her. She was face to face with him and he was still within her. He wrapped her jelly-like legs around his waist and pulled her up into his lap as he sat up, his arms around her waist. She sat, straddling him, her hands gripping his shoulders, her face buried in the crook of his neck. Her breathing soon returned to normal only to be taken away when she felt the head of Angel’s cock push at her rear entrance. Angel had already taken her this way and she was not particularly fond of it. She tensed, “Don’t!” Spike began drawing lazy circles along her back to relax her. She felt one of Angel’s large hands hold her hip as he pushed in. Buffy bit her lip and whimpered from the pain, burying her face further into Spike’s neck. A moment later, Angel’s other hand came around to fondle her clit. Once he was buried in her, his hand on her hip came around her waist, pulling her back against his chest as he rubbed her nub. He began thrusting slowly. Spike leaned forward and began licking and then suckling her breasts and he too began slowly pumping into her core. Minutes later, they were driving relentlessly into her, thrusting into her simultaneously. Buffy was overcome, being penetrated twice as deep, twice as fast. Her keening and ragged breaths filled the room. Her breasts, her clit, her core, her ass, her entire body was on fire. She held onto Spike’s shoulders, tears running down her face from the overwhelming sensations. Then suddenly, both Spike and Angel simultaneously lowered their heads and sunk their fangs into her neck. Buffy careened over the edge, rocketing off into oblivion with a blood-curdling shriek. She was soaring high in the heavens; then she was crashing as they continued to thrust into her, prolonging her orgasm. Her eyes rolled back, her body convulsed, she couldn’t breathe fast enough, she was numb and on fire at the same time. Her orgasm scorching through her like a raging inferno. She passed out. Her last conscious thought, “Oh God, please help me!”'----

Buffy woke suddenly, her own screams startling her awake. She looked around slowly, almost disbelieving that she was indeed back in her own bedroom. Willow, Tara and Dawn were in her room, apparently trying to wake her up. It seems she had been screaming for a while. She was drenched in sweat, her sheets tangled around her. They all stared at her with extremely worried expressions on their faces. She’d been having these nightmares for some time now. Ever since she got back. Seeing that she was ok, they all gradually retreated from her room. No one said a word, as usual. They just exchanged knowing looks and tried to give her space. As usual, Tara went to make some herbal tea to help her sleep. Falling back against her pillows, Buffy’s mind echoed the last memory from her dream, ‘Oh God, please help me!’

It had been 3 weeks since they were rescued. For the most part Buffy’s life had returned to normal. Despite some lingering fatigue and occasional nausea, her strength was back and she was working and training again. But she was different, quieter, withdrawn. She didn’t hang out with her friends as much but rather spent more and more time alone in her bedroom. Other than Giles, no one from the gang knew what had occurred between her, Spike and Angel, although she remained unaware that he knew. He had tried to talk to her a few times over the past weeks but she always managed to have an “elsewhere to be.” Willow and Tara had their suspicions but didn’t know how to approach the subject. Buffy just wasn’t y toy to talk. So they helped as much as she let them, which pretty meant looking after Dawn. Sensing her sister’s distress, as well as her reluctance to talk, Dawn did what she could by staying out of Buffy’s way, not crowding her.
The Scoobies were officially worried. Again. Although they all appeared to give Buffy the space and time she needed, in truth, they watched her like a hawk. When she was at work, one of them would always “casually” stop by and have lunch with her. While at home, one of them was always in the house. Tara or Willow usually sat with her as she slept. It was from their vigils that their suspicions arose. Buffy screamed out often during her dreams. She was often crying, saying “No” and seemingly struggling with something or someone. Although they’d never shared it with the entire group, she’d called out Spike and Angel’s names as well. Tara always had herbal tea ready for her, natunatural mild sedative helping her to sleep.
With the exception of Dawn, they all met at the Magic Box or Xander’s apartment to discuss what they could do to help Buffy. They were all aware of the recently healed bite marks she sported on her neck. She never bothered to hide them. During the time that she recovered and began training again, they shared patrol with Spike and Angel. They were all itching to interrogate the vampires about their time in Dutton but the threatening looks and deadly silences made clear that they were not sharing and if anyone pressed them, they’d happily rip that person to shreds, literally. The tension was palpable. Xander and Anya opted for Dawn-duty/Buffy-watch most nights. He could barely contain his seething hatred towards the vamps. He knew they were responsible for whatever was wrong with Buffy.



Angel had stayed in Sunnydale for a few weeks. He patrolled with the Scoobies and Spike while helping Giles with research. He stayed long after Buffy’s strength returned and she felt prepared to hit the streets again. A few times he tried to spend time with her but Buffy was, understandably, still quite wary of him and Spike. Eventually she was comfortable enough to be in a room with either of them, even both of them, but not alone. Someone else always had to be there. And she rarely spoke to them. They were also sure to maintain a certain distance from her, obligingly they gave her a wide berth. Of courseis wis was all by silent agreement. They didn’t push her and she simply avoided them.
During these weeks, Spike and Angel spent a lot of time together. Every night they patrolled along with the Scoobies, sometimes singly but often together. After patrol they would invariably end up at the mansion drinking. They occasionally talked but more often they silently commiserated over a bottle of whiskey. They often spoke to Giles, sharing their concerns over a certain blonde slayer.
When Buffy finally resumed her patrols, she was backed up not only by the Scoobies, but also, by Angel and Spike. Although they tended to lurk in the shadows, out of sight, she was always aware of them. They would follow her at a discreet distance, not once engaging her in conversation. They knew, when she was ready, she’d talk. Buffy appreciated the help, as well as their restraint. It was on one of these nights that she finally spoke to them. She was walking through the cemetery when she sensed Spike for the third time that night.
“Hi, Spike,” she called out to the seemingly empty darkness. She got no response.
“Spike?” Still nothing.
“Spike, I know you’re there so stop hiding.” After a brief pause, he quietly emerged from his hiding place.
“Slayer?” His face was expressionless but his eyes twinkled, the familiar sparkle in them made her smile. His calling her ‘slayer’ was like old times, familiar, comforting.
“Hey, um…. I just wanted you to know that, with everything that’s been going on lately, that well, … that I don’t hate you, neither of you. And I appreciate your help with the patrolling.” She shifted from leg to leg as she spoke.
When he said nothing she stared at her shoes and started to fidget but pressed on, “look, I know I wasn’t the only one violated, we all were. I mean…um… that’s NOT to say that everything’s cool between us because it really isn’t, but you guys don’t need to feel like you’re walking on eggshells around me.” She looked at him then and he nodded. Then, almost as an afterthought she called over her shoulder, “did you get all of that Angel?” Out of thin air, Angel emerged, a small smile on his face. From there the three continued to patrol, still at a distance and in silence. But, the silence was different; theyw thw they would survive this. Angel could return to L.A.

Giles had made much progress in determining who abducted them. Without disclosing many details, he contacted a few reliable sources and from the information he received, was convinced that Quentin Travers was behind it. Apparently, there had been some recent unrest within the Council ranks and Mr. Travers was close to being overthrown. They had discovered research on several secret projects that Travers had been siphoning off of Council funds to support. There was a lot of work performed on the chemical manipulation of vampires, specifically neurological manipulation. According to his sources, some of Travers’ experiments were downright inhumane. ‘If only they knew the half of it’ Giles had thought. He needed to know more information, so he asked his friend to fax the research results to the Magic Box.

A few days later, Giles sat on his couch looking at the sea of paperwork he was faxed. He’d managed to work through most of it but it only confirmed his original suspicions. The only thing missing was the motive. Giles didn’t know why. And that bothered him. He felt it was time to share some of the situation with the gang but he wasn’t sure how much of the details of their imprisonment were important. He never knew Travers to be a sex fiend and although he knew the man wasn’t crazy about Buffy, he never imagined him to be this malicious. ‘Why would he go to all this trouble to have her raped?’ It didn’t make sense. Then one day, his friend, Dobson, called to inform him of the removal of Travers from the Council. During his removal, the Council seized and searched all of his private properties. Resulting from their search, some “rather delicate” information was brought to light. He told Giles of several ancient scrolls they had discovered in the secret office in Travers’ home. Among them, there was a prophecy of a slayer and a vampire with a soul having a child together. This child would be all-powerful, a great ally or threat to the powers of good. Although Travers seemed to have fled the United Kingdom and the Council was unaware of his current whereabouts, they had managed to track some of his movements. From the notes collected, this prophecy was what Travers had been working on most recently and the Council believed he was in or near Sunnydale within the past month or so. Giles dropped the phone.


tbc.....