The Scarlet Letter

**** Warning: This chapter contains a graphic rape scene. Stop reading now if the subject matter disturbs you. ****

*FLASHBACK TO LAST NIGHT*

Angelus burst through the door to Drusilla and Spike's bedroom, dragging Xander with him. The room was dark, lit only by a handful of candles. It was dank and cold, with dots of mildew on the walls, and lacy cobwebs adorning every crevice. There was an ornate, four-poster bed draped in silk in the corner, and Drusilla rose from it to greet her guests. Angelus shoved the boy into her waiting arms. "Dru, look what I picked up at the store!"

She smiled as she admired her visitor. "I remember you. I loved you once. But you ran away before I could give you a kiss, you naughty boy." Drusilla pouted as she ran her fingers down Xander's face and followed the curve of his neck down to his collarbone. "That was very rude." He gulped, frozen in place.

"Listen, if...if I said I was sorry and promised I'd never screw around with magic again, would you forgive me and let me go?" He shuddered when she pushed her hand under his collar and caressed the concave stretch between his neck and collarbone. Xander could feel a blush rising when her cool fingers touched him. "Um...y-you don't want to get involved with me, really. I make a terrible boyfriend, just ask Cordelia...I never call, I don't have any money, and forget about wheels..."

She dug her finger into the collar of his shirt and yanked it, ripping it down the front as Xander yelped. "Great! Cordy just got me this shirt! She's going to kill me...uh..."

/Reality check, Brainiac! Cordelia and her stringent fashion requirements are not your biggest worries when you're currently trapped in a room with two vampires!/

Drusilla hummed as she divested him of the tattered remains of his shirt, her eyes gleaming with anticipation like a hungry child unwrapping a piece of candy. Xander tried to shove past her and head for the door, but she grabbed him by the shoulders and flung him effortlessly onto the four-poster bed. With inhuman speed, she trapped him before he could scramble away.

Xander grunted when Drusilla slammed him down on his back. "Unh...let go!"

"Why so tense, Xander? You're going to get lucky with a vampire tonight. Haven't you ever fantasized about that before?" teased Angelus as he circled around the room.

"No way! I stopped having those kinda dreams after meeting Miss French and Ampata. Sorry, lady, but I'm through dating monster chicks who want to kill me after making with the smootchies. Stick with Dead Boy or the Billy Idol wannabe, 'cause I'm totally not interested!"

Unphased by his insults, Drusilla knelt at the edge of the bed and kept Xander's wrists pinned to either side of the black, silk-covered mattress. While he twisted and squirmed in her grasp, she sang him a lullaby as if he were a fussy child. "Old Roger is dead and gone to his grave...hm, ha...gone to his grave. They planted an apple tree over his head..."

With her porcelain skin and heart-shaped face, she looked quite delicate, but Xander was learning the hard way not to judge Drusilla by her appearance. Circles of purplish-blue bruises were already starting to blossom around his wrists from her excruciatingly strong hands. He shivered and tried to block out the sound of her eerie, child-like voice as she nuzzled his neck and sang into his ear.

"...and the apples were ripe and ready to drop! There came an east wind a-blowing them off..." From her upside-down vantage point, she blew a gentle puff of air into Xander's face. "You're the apple, Alexander. Will you taste as sweet, I wonder?"

"Huh? Apples? Dead Boy, what the heck is she babbling about?" Xander strained his neck to see Angelus across the room. He was content to lean against the wall with an unreadable, enigmatic smile stretched across his lips while Drusilla tormented the boy.

"Oh, I'm the apple, all right," he said to Drusilla. "The forbidden fruit, so don't touch!" Despite his cocky attitude, Xander wasn't feeling particularly brave. He kept expecting Buffy to burst through the door to rescue him, and with every Slayer-free passing moment, the fear clawing at his gut worsened.

"I like to sin," murmured Drusilla. When Xander tried to roll off the bed, she nipped at his throat, causing him to freeze and inhale sharply. She kissed the spot where she'd nibbled him.

"Do be still." Drusilla flashed him a wicked upside-down smile while she tickled his cheeks with her silky, brown hair. Her tiny pupils bored into him like poisoned darts, making him dizzy when he looked up into eyes.

"What do you want from me?" The chill of the room crept over him, making Xander feel shriveled and small. As his limbs trembled and his chest heaved with every breath, he felt like he was gliding along the cool, smooth sheets. He tried to clench the numbness out of his trapped hands.

"Hush, my precious. Don't be frightened. Daddy has a special gift for you." She giggled and glanced up at her Sire. She smiled appreciatively when he stripped off his shirt and tossed it aside. Angelus strode towards them and stood at the opposite edge of the bed, his pale, muscular chest now bare, and his tight leather pants couldn't mask his arousal. The vampire's eyes weren't focused on Drusilla.

/I don't like the way he's looking at me. H-he's a guy! H-he loved Buffy! Nobody ever told me that Angel liked...oh God!/

"Uh, Dead Boy...hold up there, buddy. Time out. It's not my birthday, you don't need to give me any presents, and I'd appreciate it if you'd keep that package to yourself." Xander tried to back away from him, but his flailing ankles couldn't find any purchase on the slick silk sheets.

"This is going to be so damn fun." Angelus chuckled as he looked down at the terrified human waiting for him on the bed. "But not for you, kid."

"No...don't do this. Let me-" When Drusilla silenced his pleas with a kiss, her lips tasted rotten, like dead leaves. How could someone who looked so innocent be this perverse and corrupt at the core? He was repulsed rather than aroused by her deceptive beauty, and shook his head to break away from her kiss.

His terror mounted when Angelus slithered slowly up his legs, like a snake wrapping itself around its prey. He crushed Xander with his sleek, cool body. His tongue danced out and licked Xander's chest, tracing slow patterns above his heart. When Xander cursed him and tried to kick him, Angelus tweaked his captive's groin roughly, a sinister laugh rumbling from deep inside his chest.

"What's the matter, kid? I thought you found me very attractive. Isn't that what you told Willow?" Angelus ran his hand slowly down Xander's jeans, popping the buttons of his fly one by one. With tantalizing patience, the vampire shucked the boy's pants over his wriggling hips, and pulled them away, leaving only his white cotton boxer shorts.

"Get the hell away from me! Don't touch me! Help!" Xander shrieked, fighting back tears of shame as the vampire fondled his sex through the thin fabric. He jerked his wrists in a desperate attempt to push Angelus away, but Drusilla clutched him in her steely grip.

/Please, Buffy, hurry up and get here...please don't let him do this to me!/

"You are such a noisy dolly," said Drusilla, delighted by his panic. "Your lips would look so pretty wrapped in silk. But my Angel wants to unleash the screams trapped inside your chest, and he's going to let them out for you. Soon you will be singing for me, my sweet."

In a swift, jerking movement, Angelus sat up and straddled the boy, imprisoning him between his powerful thighs. He let out mocking, exaggerated moans of pleasure as he rubbed himself against his captive.

Xander hated the forced intimacy, their bodies so close together, and bucked with all his might to free himself. "Stop it! I-I-I'm not going to...not with a man...not with you..."

Angelus laughed and rode the thrashing boy, enjoying Xander's frustrated groans and the friction between them. "Yes, just like that...oh, yeah, you're making me hot! Are you sure you're not gay, Harris?"

"Please, somebody help me!" cried Xander, kicking and pushing against the vampires with every ounce of strength he had. "Buffy! Buffy!"

Drusilla mimicked his anxious cries before Angelus backhanded Xander's face over and over until his struggles ceased. "She can't help you now. No one can." Drusilla moaned in time with each blow, reveling in the infliction of pain, even if it wasn't her own. The blood flowed freely from Xander's nose and lip, and his smoky brown eyes smoldered with helpless anger.

Angelus licked the droplets of blood from his knuckles. "Mmmm. I know virgin blood when I taste it. You're as pure as a sacrificial lamb. How long have you and Cordelia been dating now? I've smelled more come on that snatch than the inside of a peep show booth. Shit, you really are a loser if you can't even manage to get laid with the biggest whore in Sunnydale."

"You...son of a bitch! Don't...don't you ever talk about her like that." Angry tears poured down Xander's face and stained the black sheets even darker.

"I'll do what I please. I can play with you, your slutty cheerleader, or anybody I want to. Who's going to stop me?" He laughed. "Buffy? The Slayer will never have the strength to kill me, because she's a weak, lovesick little fool. And you're pathetic..."

"Fuck you!" screamed Xander. Angelus smacked his face again and continued as if Xander hadn't said anything.

"You couldn't kill a paraplegic man with a heart condition if I gave you a bullhorn, a flamethrower, and the controls to his wheelchair. No, you're strictly prey, Xander. Bottom of the food chain, and that's where you're always going to stay. Rupert's gypsy whore isn't the only one around here who knows a thing or two about curses, as you'll soon find out."

/What is he talking about? Damn you, Buffy...why aren't you here? You unleashed this monster, the least you could do is show up and clean up your mess!/

"Make me a drawing, Daddy, like you promised me," cooed Drusilla. "I want to hear our little nightingale sing."

Angelus leaned across and claimed her lips in a hungry kiss while Xander lay petrified beneath them. Drusilla slid her tongue over her lips and purred after Angelus drew back. He reached into the drawer of the bedside table, and pulled out a strange instrument.

He waved the tool in front of Xander's face, teasing the air with its needle-sharp tip. Xander could see that it was very old, and had a blood red stone encrusted in the silver handle. It was crafted like an old-fashioned fountain pen, and appeared to have a reservoir near the back of the handle. Although the tip was very sharp, it looked too small to be lethal. If Angelus wasn't going to use it to kill him, what was it for?

"What is that? What are you going to do?" Xander eyes were transfixed on the tool, and he flinched when Angelus flipped a hidden blade on the handle, and drove it into his own arm. The vampire hissed as his blood gushed out of the vein and flowed into the instrument, filling the reservoir

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When stray rivulets of blood fell onto Xander's chest, his stomach threatened to revolt, and he took slow, shallow breaths to keep himself from throwing up. The sight of blood made him ill, but he couldn't look away from the needle. He'd always been deathly afraid of getting shots as a child, and the old, familiar panic set in, only this time he didn't have anyone around to comfort him and tell him everything would be okay. His breaths became more rapid when Angelus removed the stylus from his arm and poised it over Xander's heart. He finally understood what would take place, and braced himself.

"This may smart a little, Harris. Try not to jerk around too much, I don't want to mess up and have to start all over again, okay?"

/Uncle Rory said it felt like little bee stings...don't be afraid...I can handle this...people get them all the time.../

When the first wave of white, hot agony flashed through his chest, Xander thought that either his uncle had lied, or this was no ordinary tattoo. With the second stroke, he stopped thinking and let forth a scream that could shatter diamonds. Drusilla and Angelus were gone, and all he could feel was each excruciating kiss of the needle as it plunged in and out of his chest.

/no more...no more...no more...Buffy's going to save me...Buffy will stop them.../

Every time the stylus touched him, it felt like acid burning tiny fissures into his heart. He screamed until his voice cracked and all he could manage were dry, whispery grunts. Through a hazy cloud of pain, he thought he could see his chest on fire, the flames licking at the needle with each new stroke.

When it was finished, he couldn't move. The fiery pain blazed through every stretch of his body, leaving only a devastated, burned out shell. He whimpered when Angelus leaned over him and licked the bloody wound. He could feel the vampire's erection jutting into his hip, a promise of new danger lying in wait. Angelus growled, and ripped off Xander's underwear.

/Was Buffy this scared when he touched her?/

"With this mark, your blood becomes mine," whispered Angelus, his voice husky and thick. "Forever."

/Not yours...don't want to be yours...just want to go home... please don't please don't please/

Angelus kissed Xander, clamping his mouth over the frightened boy's lips. His ravenous tongue forced its way inside, battering Xander's mouth as it sought every drop of blood, every trace of fear. His face red with embarrassment and revulsion, Xander moaned against his harsh lips until Angelus finally pried himself loose.

Drusilla released Xander's arms, but he left them splayed out, exhausted from his futile struggles. He watched with numb horror as Drusilla bit sharply into the palm of her hand before she sat down on the bed next to Angelus. While Angelus leered at his captive, Drusilla reached down, unbuckled the leather pants, and proceeded to pump her Sire's already hard cock. With a lewd, knowing grin on her face, she monitored Xander's reaction as she moistened the entire length of Angelus's shaft with her blood.

"Angel was my first lover, too, Alexander." She leaned over and placed a tender kiss on his forehead, leaving a few bloody fingerprints on his cheek. "He will bring you great pain, but you will soon learn to crave his touch as much as I do."

"No!" Xander howled, his voice ragged and hoarse from overuse. He made one last-ditch attempt to wrest himself free and escape from his abusers, but it was no use. The ordeal had robbed him of all his strength. He slumped from the bed to the floor, too weak to even crawl away. The room echoed with hideous laughter, a chilling reminder of how the hyena pack sounded when they closed in for a kill. Beaten down by their laughter and frustrated with his own helplessness, Xander sobbed angrily when he felt cold hands lift him back onto the bed.

/Not like this! Not supposed to happen like this! Not with Angel...not with him...not with a fucking man!/

"You know, it wasn't going to be you," laughed Angelus. He dried Xander's tears in a parody of paternal kindness. "I was going to make Willow my new little toy. I have to admit, though, it works out much better this way. Willow never hated me like you do. Knowing how much you despise me will make your servitude much more rewarding."

Xander trembled when his hips were yanked up and his legs were forced wide apart, flopped about like one of Drusilla's precious dolls.

"No...please God, don't -"

His prayers for salvation were cut short when he felt the vampire's massive cock pound into him like a battering ram, knocking down all remaining walls of refuge. The breach forced a raw, wordless cry out of Xander's already ravaged throat. Angel's hands roamed freely over his flesh, pressing and pinching, clawing and clutching. As Xander's body was brutally ransacked, a series of harsh, painful grunts tore out of his chest in a hateful rhythm.

"No...no...no..."

The friction of their coupling sparked the fire in Xander's heart again, the pain blazing through his body with each frenzied thrust. His handsome face contorted into an ugly mask of pain, and his lips still formed screams even though there were no more sounds left. He could almost hear a sizzle where his chest burned, and he thought he saw a faint orange glow.

Drusilla's eyes widened with excitement when she saw the tattoo shine with magical energy. "The ritual worked! Oh, success! Angel, your apple has ripened!"

Angelus groaned and drove into Xander with more vigor, drawing strength from the heat. Xander felt like his cramped body would soon implode, crushed into a ball of searing agony that would burn itself up until there was nothing left.

All hope of rescue gone, Xander succumbed to despair. The battle was lost, and the victor claimed his new territory. His body surrendered, smashed to bits under the continued assault. He squeezed his eyes shut so he didn't have to see the smug look of triumph in the face of his conqueror and king.

Angelus roared, jerking violently into Xander's shattered remains as he came deep inside his prize. Xander's whole body seized as Angelus' fangs suddenly ripped into his throat, and he could taste his own blood bubbling up into his mouth. He could hear Drusilla singing, but her voice sounded so far away.

/unh...so this is dying...good...the pain will stop now...they can't hurt me anymore.../

As the vampire drank from him, he sank into the soft, black sheets and fell away from the world above. He welcomed the black emptiness that shrouded him from the ones who had caused him so much pain. He tumbled deeper and deeper into the void.

Xander was falling.

Falling.

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