Amnesia
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Angel(us)/Buffy
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
9,078
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
3
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Angelus had always been the type to want his cake and eat it too. Even in is days as a human. The only thing that changed that was when he had his matured soul returned for his 100-plus year stint as Angel.
So it was no surprise that Angelus not only wanted Buffy to forget her former life and be his slave, but he wanted her friends and family to forget about life as well.
They couldn't literally forget, there was no way of getting the spell cast on all of them.
Although Angelus could terrorize them, place doubts in their minds that they would ever see Buffy again. Or he could just kill them. He hadn't decided yet.
The one thing he did know is he had to find out how much they knew.
He was pretty much certain that, without a ransom note, they would rule out kidnapping abruptly. Most fiends only cared about killing slayers. As far as they knew Angelus hated Buffy and didn't want any thing from her except the pleasure of killing her.
Well, it was partly true, he did hate her. But he had more plans than just death, at least at the moment.
Right now Buffy was chained inside his bedroom at the mansion. He would now chain her if he left for the entire night. He didn't want a repeat performance of what he came home to several weeks ago, after finally going out to hunt, when he caught her attempting escape. Not that beating her wasn't fun, it was. But he couldn't risk the Slayer leaving. If she was able to run off there was always that chance she would run into someone from her former life. Of course he could capture her again, but it make that things that much harder.
For now he was having fun thrashing and raping his little toy. He was a sick, wicked bastard and he knew it.
Angelus couldn't find any evidence that Giles, Willow, Xander, or Joyce were actively searching for her. It had been 2 1/2 weeks since she disappeared. It was more than likely she was presumed dead.
Or a runaway- unable to cope with the lose of her love and the trials and tribulations of being the Slayer any longer. He liked that idea.
Satisfied that his secret was safe he returned home. He had some questions he wanted to answer.
…………………………………
Sometimes she would ask questions.
What is my name?
Where am I from?
How did I get here?
Who are you?
At best he would ignore the questions. Some days they out right annoyed him to the point he would backhand her across her face.
These last few days she hadn't felt like trying again. She had avoided beatings recently; she would like to keep it that way. In fact, he had pretty much not paid any attention to her other than to demand a quick blow job or feed her a little soup and milk here and there.
When she heard the familiar sound of the door unlocking, she prayed that he would take her to the bathroom so she could shower and then go to sleep.
She was shocked to see him with a plastic grocery bag in his arm.
He bent to unlock the chains and lifted her off the floor and gently sat her down on the bed. His kindness was nearly terrifying.
He sat beside her and tenderly pushed her long blond locks away from her face and behind her ears.
"I was always there for you." Angel began his lie.
"Wh-" Buffy whispered in confusion.
"You were on the streets when I meet you 2 years ago." Angel looked down, pretending as if the memory haunted him.
"Your name is Joan." He stated.
"Joan?" Buffy repeated. "Like Joan of Arch?" She questioned.
He laughed a little to himself.
"Not hardly. You were a runway, a prostitute living on the streets of this town. I used to try to help you." Angel could have earned an award for his acting. Buffy bought every line. After all, she had nothing else to believe in, to cling to, except this story.
"I would bring you food. I would try to get you to go a shelter. You never would. 2 years and you never would." Angel looked up to her.
"Then 2 1/2 weeks ago a found you beaten in the alley beside the restaurant I was leaving. I took you to the hospital. They told me that because of all the drugs and the blow to the head you took; it was unlikely you would even remember your name when you woke up. They couldn't keep you there overnight, no insurance and all. So I decided to bring you home with me. I couldn't leave you on the streets. You were a very bad girl. A couple months ago I overheard tell one of your hooker friends that it was your 17th birthday, so I bought you a bag of food. A few hours later I caught you trying to sell the food for drug money. So you see I *had* to bring you here. To teach you. To discipline you. " He knew she would have more questions, but that would keep her for now.
Buffy looked ashamed.
"Today I've brought you some food. Some fresh bread, cheese, and some ice cream. Would you like that?" he asked.
"Yes." Buffy said, giving a half smile. "Thank you."
He couldn't believe some food and a story about how he had saved her from her own life had her thanking her rapist.
How things for Buffy had changed. Angel discovered that vengeance is best severed cold and payback really was a bitch, at least for her.
TBC
Angelus had always been the type to want his cake and eat it too. Even in is days as a human. The only thing that changed that was when he had his matured soul returned for his 100-plus year stint as Angel.
So it was no surprise that Angelus not only wanted Buffy to forget her former life and be his slave, but he wanted her friends and family to forget about life as well.
They couldn't literally forget, there was no way of getting the spell cast on all of them.
Although Angelus could terrorize them, place doubts in their minds that they would ever see Buffy again. Or he could just kill them. He hadn't decided yet.
The one thing he did know is he had to find out how much they knew.
He was pretty much certain that, without a ransom note, they would rule out kidnapping abruptly. Most fiends only cared about killing slayers. As far as they knew Angelus hated Buffy and didn't want any thing from her except the pleasure of killing her.
Well, it was partly true, he did hate her. But he had more plans than just death, at least at the moment.
Right now Buffy was chained inside his bedroom at the mansion. He would now chain her if he left for the entire night. He didn't want a repeat performance of what he came home to several weeks ago, after finally going out to hunt, when he caught her attempting escape. Not that beating her wasn't fun, it was. But he couldn't risk the Slayer leaving. If she was able to run off there was always that chance she would run into someone from her former life. Of course he could capture her again, but it make that things that much harder.
For now he was having fun thrashing and raping his little toy. He was a sick, wicked bastard and he knew it.
Angelus couldn't find any evidence that Giles, Willow, Xander, or Joyce were actively searching for her. It had been 2 1/2 weeks since she disappeared. It was more than likely she was presumed dead.
Or a runaway- unable to cope with the lose of her love and the trials and tribulations of being the Slayer any longer. He liked that idea.
Satisfied that his secret was safe he returned home. He had some questions he wanted to answer.
…………………………………
Sometimes she would ask questions.
What is my name?
Where am I from?
How did I get here?
Who are you?
At best he would ignore the questions. Some days they out right annoyed him to the point he would backhand her across her face.
These last few days she hadn't felt like trying again. She had avoided beatings recently; she would like to keep it that way. In fact, he had pretty much not paid any attention to her other than to demand a quick blow job or feed her a little soup and milk here and there.
When she heard the familiar sound of the door unlocking, she prayed that he would take her to the bathroom so she could shower and then go to sleep.
She was shocked to see him with a plastic grocery bag in his arm.
He bent to unlock the chains and lifted her off the floor and gently sat her down on the bed. His kindness was nearly terrifying.
He sat beside her and tenderly pushed her long blond locks away from her face and behind her ears.
"I was always there for you." Angel began his lie.
"Wh-" Buffy whispered in confusion.
"You were on the streets when I meet you 2 years ago." Angel looked down, pretending as if the memory haunted him.
"Your name is Joan." He stated.
"Joan?" Buffy repeated. "Like Joan of Arch?" She questioned.
He laughed a little to himself.
"Not hardly. You were a runway, a prostitute living on the streets of this town. I used to try to help you." Angel could have earned an award for his acting. Buffy bought every line. After all, she had nothing else to believe in, to cling to, except this story.
"I would bring you food. I would try to get you to go a shelter. You never would. 2 years and you never would." Angel looked up to her.
"Then 2 1/2 weeks ago a found you beaten in the alley beside the restaurant I was leaving. I took you to the hospital. They told me that because of all the drugs and the blow to the head you took; it was unlikely you would even remember your name when you woke up. They couldn't keep you there overnight, no insurance and all. So I decided to bring you home with me. I couldn't leave you on the streets. You were a very bad girl. A couple months ago I overheard tell one of your hooker friends that it was your 17th birthday, so I bought you a bag of food. A few hours later I caught you trying to sell the food for drug money. So you see I *had* to bring you here. To teach you. To discipline you. " He knew she would have more questions, but that would keep her for now.
Buffy looked ashamed.
"Today I've brought you some food. Some fresh bread, cheese, and some ice cream. Would you like that?" he asked.
"Yes." Buffy said, giving a half smile. "Thank you."
He couldn't believe some food and a story about how he had saved her from her own life had her thanking her rapist.
How things for Buffy had changed. Angel discovered that vengeance is best severed cold and payback really was a bitch, at least for her.
TBC