BAD ANGEL

A/N Sorry it took so long to update. I had to make some changes and it took a while. ENJOY!


Part 4


After meeting with Gunn and Giles, Detective Finn immediately requested Hank’s trial records from the sitting D. A. Given the situation, the D. A.’s staff came in and assisted in gathering the information. Within a few hours the files were released and Finn returned to Giles’ office to work through them with the others.

Spike spent most of Saturday night in Buffy’s apartment. He wanted to have a sense of what she was like for when he rescued her and Dawn. He had no idea how traumatized they’d be and he knew he’d have to gain their trust for the mission. From what he was told, he was pretty sure that if he got Buffy trust him, Dawn would too.
Early the next morning, he eventually made his way back to Giles’ office and helped the others research the senator. From what they knew, Hank sat on a few committees and was outspoken on a few key issues. He held a few unpopular opinions but otherwise was pretty normal. There was nothing glaringly controversial or provocative about him. He was an Assistant D.A. for almost ten years and had left the law for politics long before Buffy was even born. It had been at least 25 years since he tried his last case. They all felt that Hank’s work as a prosecutor was at the heart of the matter. That was definitely a sure way to make enemies. They systematically worked through the files, focusing on cases in which the defendants were convicted of felonies and particularly those in which life sentences or the death penalty were imposed. There were a few cases that immediately caught their interest.

Buffy sat on the bed eagerly awaiting Dawn’s arrival. Angel left her hours before and had said that Dawn would be there just after lunch. In that time she had showered and dressed in a set of sweats and a T-shirt. There was no way Dawn was going to see her in the skimpy little outfits Angel kept her in. When the door opened and Dawn saw Buffy sitting there, she squealed loudly and ran to her. Springing to her feet, she pulled Dawn into a tight embrace. The sisters clung to each other for several long minutes before either even thought of breaking contact. Both were in tears as they sat on the bed and talked, still closely held in each other’s arms.
”Buffy, I didn’t know you were here. Are you ok? How long have you been here?” Dawn couldn’t speak fast enough. She didn’t know what to expect when she was taken from her room.
“I’m ok Dawn, I’m ok. I’ve been here since early Friday. When did you get here?” Buffy tried to keep her concern out of her voice. She didn’t want to upset Dawn more than she already was.
“Friday night. Buffy, what is going on? No one has told me anything. Do you know who’s behind this? Why are we here?” Dawn knew she was bombarding Buffy with questions but she didn’t know how much time they had together and she had so many questions.
“Well, it’s a complicated story and I don’t know everything. The only thing I can tell you is that Angel has a big problem with Dad.” Buffy wished she knew more about the situation herself but whenever she pressed Angel about it, he’d just ignore her questions and have sex with her.
“Angel? Who’s Angel?” Dawn was puzzled.
“He’s the guy who had us brought here. Tall, dark brown hair and eyes. He’d actually be quite attractive if you could get past the psychotic vibe he gives off.” Buffy was surprised that Dawn hadn’t met him.
“I haven’t seen anyone like that at all. Just these two guys who bring in my food and then the other two guys who snatched me but then I didn’t see their faces cause they had masks on so maybe he was one of them.” Dawn was a bit nervous that there was yet another person to be scared of.
“I doubt it. He doesn’t seem the kind to do his own dirty work.” Buffy was relieved that Dawn hadn’t had any direct contact with Angel. At least he seemed to be keeping his promise and her recent carnal escapades with him weren’t in vain. Then something occurred to her. “If they had on masks how do you know the guys who took you aren’t the same ones who bring the food?”
“Oh, well they look different. I mean, the two who grabbed me had really thick necks and their hair was different. And the two with the food, well one is black and the other has one hell of a shoulder injury.” Buffy smirked proudly at her handiwork. But her amusement was tempered by the fact that there were at least four men guarding them, in addition to Angel. She sighed. As Dawn talked Buffy was relieved that she didn’t seem too traumatized but still, she had to ask. “Um Dawn, uh, have you been hurt or anything since you’ve been here? I mean, has anyone, done anything to you?” Buffy didn’t want to scare Dawn but she needed to know.
“No. Well, they were kind of rough when they grabbed me but other than that, no. Actually, I’ve been bored out of my mind. I read books all day and then I eat my meals. But, I suppose being kidnapped could be a lot worse so I’m glad no one bothers me.” As she spoke she looked at Buffy curiously. She noticed the relief that crossed her face, “Have you been hurt?”
Buffy tensed but tried to hide it. Dawn had no idea how much worse it really could be. She had no intentions of telling Dawn, or anyone else for that matter, about what was happening to her. She could hardly admit it to herself.
Her answer was cautious. “No Dawn. I haven’t been hurt.” She hoped Dawn didn’t realize she was lying.
Dawn wasn’t fooled though. Buffy was hiding something. But she didn’t want to spend their brief time together trying to force Buffy to open up before she was ready. So, to Buffy’s relief Dawn let it go. To relieve the tension, Buffy shifted the conversation back to Dawn, “So, where are they keeping you?”
“Practically on the other side of the planet. I don’t know how big this place is but it took forever to get here. I don’t think I could get back to my little cell by myself without getting lost.” Buffy was disappointed to hear this. She hadn’t been allowed out of her room at all and now she knew that if she did manage to escape, not only would she have to avoid Angel and his men, but also that finding Dawn would be difficult.
Over the next half hour they talked about what they each experienced since their kidnapping and how they were taken. Buffy of course, omitted everything regarding her intimate relationship with Angel. She showed Dawn the TV that was directly linked to her room. They speculated over the possible motives for their abductions and what ransom demands Angel might have. Soon their chatter moved to school, work and their parents as they caught up on everything in each other’s life. Time went by quickly and before they knew it, the men who brought her had returned to escort Dawn back to her room. The sisters hugged each other tightly again. As they were parted, each fought back the tears that were threatening to burst forth. They had to be strong for each other.

Buffy watched the TV screen and held it together until she saw Dawn enter her own room. When Dawn waved at her, she fell apart.

After spending most of the day with the others working through the files from the D.A., Spike headed out to meet with Hank and Joyce. Now, it was Sunday evening and he was sitting at the center island in the Summers’ kitchen. Joyce seemed to have come out of her catatonia and was glad to have company. At the moment she was digging through the cupboards looking for the tiny marshmallows she always kept around for the girls to put in the hot chocolate she was making. Although Dawn wasn’t crazy about them, they were Buffy’s favorite. Once she found the marshmallows, she poured a cup for Spike, Hank and herself and sat down for a chat. Hank was talking about his work as a prosecutor. He was a little nervous with the bleach-blonde man sitting in his home. Spike was dressed in black jeans and a close fitting black T-shirt, his long leather duster draped over his shoulders. He had a quiet intensity about him and his every movement, no matter how subtle, demanded attention. He was the kind of person who walked into a room and everyone paid attention. But there was also an air of danger and mystery about him, a turbulent sea of barely restrained ferocity stirring just below the surface. When Mr. Giles said unorthodox he wasn’t kidding. This Spike seemed to be the embodiment of everything he wanted his girls to avoid in a man and yet this very same man was going to save them. The irony was not lost on him. But Hank wondered how someone so high profile was going to get to the girls unnoticed. Joyce, on the other hand, was quite taken with him, especially his accent. He was so charming, granted in a highly understated manner. She was instantly mesmerized. When Spike asked her to tell him about her family, Joyce instantly lit up. She loved talking about the girls.
As the conversation progressed, the usually stoic Spike found himself swept up by the force of nature that was Joyce. She seemed genuinely intrigued by his work and background. He told them that his real name was William Armstrong and that he was initially a member of the LAPD SWAT team but he later joined the FBI and worked as a Special Agent for several years. Now, he consulted on security issues for politicians and celebrities and occasionally provided emergency assistance for rescue missions, such as this one. Usually he only went in and brought his clients out but since this was Giles, he was also assisting in locating them. At that comment, Hank and Joyce looked puzzled and Spike elaborated that while Giles still lived in the U.K., he had been married to his Aunt Jenny and when his mother, Drusilla died, he went to live with them. He was a teenager at the time. He never knew his father. He had no siblings and Giles and Jenny had no children themselves so he grew up an only child. As the years passed, Jenny got sick and died as well but by then he was an adult and living on his own in the U.S. Some time after her death Giles also moved to the U.S. and began his own Private Investigating firm. It was during Spike’s time as an agent that he recommended Giles as a consultant to the Bureau while working on a particularly difficult case. After hearing this, Hank was surprised that Giles had called Spike an associate rather than his nephew but during the discussion Spike explained that although he and Giles were still close, they led very separate lives. He noted that their relationship wasn’t top secret but whenever he and Giles worked together they tried to maintain as much professionalism as possible so they didn’t exactly advertise their connection. As Spike shared more about himself, Hank found that he was quite impressed by the young man and gradually warmed up to him.
Eventually, when the conversation got back to Hank and his years at the District Attorney’s Office, Spike pulled at a folder. It was full of excerpts on the cases that he and the others had highlighted as cases of special interest and over the following hours, he and Hank went over every detail the senator could recall. Among them was the Rayne case.

Just in the other room, Agent Meirs listened closely.

That evening, Buffy stood in the shower letting the hot water soothe her aching muscles when she suddenly felt a rush of cool air. Startled, she turned abruptly and came face to face with Angel. She stood, frozen as he eyed her nude form.
“Angel!” She flushed deeply under his scrutiny and wrapped her arms around her body.
“Hello Lover.” A mischievous smile crossed his face. “Did you enjoy your visit with Dawn?” He loved how modest she was, even after everything he had already done to her. Her obvious discomfort amused him.
“Yes. It was great to see her.” She then looked directly at him, “uh, thank you.” The words sounded odd even to her.
“That’s it? ‘Thank you’ is how you show your appreciation.” His eyes raked over her body as he spoke.
She got the hint.
She turned off the water and slowly walked over to him, standing mere inches away. He looked her over before their eyes locked. Then in a swift move he grabbed her around the waist, pulling her plush against him. His hands roughly ran through her wet hair and his lips crushed hers as he forced his tongue into her mouth. The kiss was deep and forceful. She heard him unzip his pants just before he lifted her and wrapped her legs around his waist, impaling her in one thrust. She cried out in pain from the invasion. She wasn’t ready for him. He stilled momentarily and pressed her against the wall, kissing her again. Then pulling back, he looked into her eyes and slowly began thrusting deep into her as he spoke.
“You belong to me.” His thrusts were slow and deliberate, as if he were marking his territory. The effect was not lost on Buffy.
When he got no reply, he changed his angle and began a circular motion, thrusting a little deeper and harder. Their eyes still locked he tried again.
“Who do you belong to Buff?” He continued the slow and steady rhythm, ensuring his pelvis rubbed against her clit with each thrust.
“What?” She looked at him in disbelief. She could barely concentrate with what he was doing to her.
“You are mine.” He enunciated each word clearly and punctuated each with a thrust. “Say it!”
“No!” At her whispered denial, his pace became punishing and soon she was breathing heavily from the onslaught but still she refused to comply.
As the battle of wills ensued, he held her there against the wall, fucking her relentlessly and inflicting the maximum combination of pain and pleasure all the while demanding she submit. His every thrust diminishing her resolve.
“Oh God, stop!” Buffy had no idea how long he held her there but she needed it to end.
“All you have to do is say it, Lover. And here I thought you were going to be good for Dawn’s sake. Come, say it with me.” He leaned closer and mumbled the words in her ear again and again in rhythm to his thrusts. “I’m yours, I’m yours.”
She held on and began mouthing the words along with him. Soon her tear-filled voice filled the bathroom as she repeated his claim on her. As she spoke he pounded into her and fondled her nub. Seconds later she cried out the blinding orgasm that took her.
Holding her on his cock, he carried her to the bed and climbed on top of her. Staying buried within her, he covered her with wet, open mouth kisses, murmuring, “You’re mine” over and over. As he moved above her, his cock hardened again and soon he was grinding into her slow and deep. Buffy wasn’t sure why he was so determined to have her say that she was his but she did, again and again with every thrust. Rolling them over he held her hips and pulled her down onto him as he thrust into her.
“Come on Buff, give it to me. Show me how happy you were to see Dawn.” His gruff voice penetrated the haze of sensations clouding her mind and slowly she began pushing down onto him as he guided her movements. Soon she was riding him at full throttle. Latching onto her breasts, he suckled voraciously. Their moans and gasps filled the room as they drove each other over the edge again and again. She shuddered in his arms as waves of her orgasm rushed over her and they both collapsed in exhaustion.

As she recovered, he absently caressed her back and shoulders while kissing his way up her body. When he reached her face, he firmly gripped her head and guided it down to his groin. She took him deep within the warm cavern of her mouth and sucked him with all she had, as she stroked his length and fondled his balls. Once she had a steady rhythm, he pulled her legs around and positioned her over his face. He fingered her, twisting his fingers slowly as he pumped, his pace quickly escalating. She bucked wildly over him as he penetrated her. Then pulling her down to his mouth, he parted her, plunging his tongue into her depths. She whimpered in surprise. He flicked her nub and nibbled mercilessly until she was panting and keening in urgency. Then he reached into his pants and pulled out a dildo. He had taken it out of the draw and slipped it into his pocket while Buffy was still in the shower. Then tightening his grip on her, he rolled them. Under his weight, she continued sucking him and stroking his cock, completely unaware of what he was about to do. He slowly began thrusting into her mouth as she sucked, driving his cock further down her throat. She held onto his ass as he moved above her. He groaned when he slipped even further as she deep throated him. Well, well, well, she wasn’t as inexperienced as he thought and had some skills after all. Angel was pleasantly surprised by this discovery. He continued thrusting until he came, shooting his seed down her throat, giving her no option but to swallow. Then, holding her legs open, he positioned the dildo at her entrance and slowly pushed it into her. Feeling the intrusion, she suddenly thrashed under him.
“Angel? Oh God, I don’t, no, please.” Her breathy plea did nothing to deter him.
Once the dildo was fully within her, he almost completely withdrew it before thrusting it back. The groan he elicited from her made him chuckle. He pumped into her at a slow, steady pace, slowly increasing his rhythm. Her loud cries echoed throughout the room. Lowering his head, he assaulted her clit, worrying the sensitive pearl as she shrieked and thrashed under him. She couldn’t move to escape it. He drove her higher and higher, taking her to the edge yet denying her release. He kept her hovering at the white, hot peak for what seemed like an eternity. She was so desperate to come she shamelessly begged him for mercy. Finally, allowing her to climax, he sucked long and hard on her clit as he pistoned the dildo into her. Her climax exploded so hard and fast, blurring her vision, her entire body quivering as she spiraled to oblivion.
As she lay limp under him, he moved from over her and pulled her into his embrace. There he coddled her, kissing and caressing her. Buffy was too numb to think yet her flesh was so sensitive that every touch sent small aftershocks coursing through her. Soon both drifted off to sleep.

Over the following hours, Angel indulged in every carnal act imaginable with his captive. Sometimes taking her hard and fast with ruthless abandon, other times, taking her so gently and tenderly it could almost be mistaken for making love; if love were an emotion that existed between them. He was incredibly insatiable and Buffy soon found herself swept up by the maelstrom of passion and eroticism. She was quickly becoming a prisoner of his carnal appetite, not to mention her own. Buffy was young and fairly naïve but she wasn’t stupid. She knew exactly what was happening. And throughout it all she tried to resist him and deny the desire that he fueled within her but with every orgasm, every moan, every gasp, every touch, she became further entangled in his web. He was manipulating her body and using it as a weapon against her. This knowledge deeply saddened her yet she had no power to resist. For she now had to fight him as well as herself. By using Dawn, he took away the only means she had to fight back. And she had no idea how to fight like this, how to defend herself against his erotic onslaught. She was so confused. She’d always associated sex with love or at least deep emotion. But with Angel, besides the mind-boggling orgasms, the only thing she felt was fear. Granted, she was fascinated by the enigma that he was. She knew that just under his calm exterior was a turbulent and deeply disturbed man. And that drew her in. However, she also saw a glimmer of the diabolical and truly evil fiend within. And that terrified her. His violence scared her but his deceptive tenderness scared her even more. Her fear even paralyzed her hatred of him. She was losing this battle.
Hours later she lay in his arms pondering what could possibly have driven him to do this. And would she ever escape.

Cordelia sat in Angel’s study, watching the entire scene unfold on the monitors. She had come by to check on him because she hadn’t heard from him in almost two weeks. He hadn’t returned her calls or anything. When she arrived, she saw Luke and Adam patrolling the perimeter and when she entered the house, Forrest and Graham were watching a similar set of monitors in the security room. When she asked about Angel, they just said that he was around. Their vague response worried her. So she made her way up to his study where he usually spent his time. She was met with the sight of him plunging his cock into some blond bimbo. And on another monitor was another girl. Probably just waiting for her turn. She was livid. It wasn’t his infidelity that bothered her. She knew she wasn’t the only one he fucked. But this was the first time he had totally blown her off for another woman, or women in this matter. She sat for hours, watching him eat her and then fuck her again and again. She saw how he held her in his arms, how he kissed her, how he caressed her. This was no ordinary fuck. Her anger and jealousy boiled to the surface, searing the face of the other woman into her memory.


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