BAD ANGEL

Part 5

After seeing enough of Angel and his whore, Cordelia fled his ranch it a fit. She was so angry. How dare that asshole completely ignore her after all she did for him? She stormed past Forrest and Graham on her way out, all the while muttering a steady flow of expletives. Luke and Adam saw her leaving and wisely decided that Adam should follow to keep an eye on her. Because of his ‘special’ guests, they knew Angel wouldn’t be pleased that she was there.
Once she left the ranch, Cordelia drove around aimlessly for hours, her anger gradually morphing into vindictive indignation. By the time she got home, she was determined to make Angelus pay.


Hours later, after the seemingly endless sex-a-thon, Angel lay resting with Buffy in his arms, her head pillowed on his chest. Once their coital marathon abated, she had fled as far to the other side of the bed as possible and fallen asleep. But once she did, Angel gently pulled her back into his arms. He refused to let her go. And in her sleep, she snuggled deeper into his embrace. He smirked at the intimate position they were in. They looked like lovers. But he knew more than anyone that they weren’t. And never would be. As he caressed her, she uttered something unintelligible and gradually a small smile came over her face. He found her muttering in her sleep oddly endearing. As he held her, he wondered what she was dreaming about, or more precisely, whom. The idea that she might be dreaming of someone other than him deeply bothered him. He wanted to be the one in her dreams but the small smile on her face made him seriously doubt that he was the subject of her fantasies. In fact, he knew the instant she woke up she’d cringe and turn away from him. He frowned, she was probably dreaming about being rescued.
Just then his watch alarm went off. He sighed. As much as he loved being with Buffy, regrettably, he couldn’t stay. Some aspects of his work just demanded his constant attention. And so, reluctantly he shifted her onto the pillows and headed into the shower.

A short while later Angel headed upstairs to his bedroom when Luke called his attention.
“Mr. Rayne, I just wanted to let you know that Ms. Chase was here earlier.” Luke knew Angel wasn’t entirely comfortable with the freedoms Cordelia presumed she had.
“She was?” Angel was surprised by this news.
“Yes sir but she left again some time later.” By Angel’s expression, Luke was glad he decided to tell him and had not waited for him to find out on his own.
“Did she want something?” He was a little annoyed that she had just shown up without being invited.
“She didn’t say anything to me or Adam but I imagine she was looking for you. Adam and I were patrolling the perimeter but Forrest and Graham were actually in the house when she got here so I’m sure they saw her. Perhaps she spoke with them. Adam and I saw her again when she left and he followed her but he hasn’t gotten back yet.” Luke was glad to pass the buck onto the others. He knew they never should have let her into the house without Angel’s say so.
“I want to see the three of you in my study immediately.” Having given his order, Angel went to his room.
A few minutes later, he was sitting at his desk when Luke, Forrest and Graham arrived.
“Mr. Rayne, you wanted to see us?” Forrest and Graham were a little nervous since Angel was still pissed that they’d injured his new little fuck toy.
“Yes, I heard that Ms. Chase was here. Did she say what she wanted?” He noticed them visibly relax and smiled inwardly. He enjoyed seeing them cower to his authority.
“No sir, she just asked for you but you were … occupied at the time so she came up here looking for you. She was up here for a long time actually and then she just left.” Forrest could barely restrain his chuckle. He hoped Angel didn’t realize they were watching him and his new friend on the monitors.
Angel, however, was well aware that they were watching him with Buffy but at the moment this thing with Cordelia was more important than chewing them out. Besides, he knew they were drooling with envy. “She just left? She didn’t leave a message?”
“No, she seemed rather angry and just stomped out of here without saying a word.” Forrest really didn’t see the big deal. Why didn’t Angel just call his girlfriend, send her some flowers and call it a day. Luke silently observed as Angel was clearly getting increasingly annoyed with the situation.
“She was angry? Why didn’t you let me know she was here?”
”Well sir, you were …um … busy with the other young lady and …” Graham stopped just short of actually confessing to their voyeurism.
“Fine, fine. You’re right. I would have been rather upset had you interrupted us.” Angel knew he would have blown his lid had they interrupted his time with Buffy.
After a moment, he asked, “You say she came up here?”
“Yes.” They answered hesitantly.
“In here, not my bedroom but in here.” Angel was now slightly alarmed.
“Yes sir. You spend a lot of time in here so I guess she thought you’d be here.” Forrest was now getting nervous as he too realized why Angel was so annoyed. He knew no one was allowed in Angel’s study without his expressed permission.
Angel was now angry. His study was a very personal place and even Cordelia knew better than to enter without his permission. Looking around he saw that the monitors were still on from earlier when he had been watching Buffy with Dawn. On one of the screens, he saw Buffy shifting on the bed in her sleep. He frowned, his anger rising further. Cordelia must have seen him with Buffy and that’s why she was so angry. That Cordelia had seen him with another woman wasn’t the issue, that she had seen him with Buffy set him on edge.
“Luke, call Adam. I want him to stay with Cordelia for the rest of the night. You will relieve him in the morning. I want you two to take shifts and stay with her 24 hours a day until I say otherwise. Keep a close eye on her and don’t let her out of your sight. When your shifts are done I want you to immediately report her activities to me. Forrest, monitor her phone calls. And keep me posted.” His order was a dismissal.
Once they left, Angel tried to do some work.

Spike returned to Giles’ office early Monday morning. He had worked through the night going over the trial records with Hank and now he was convinced that someone connected to the Rayne case was behind the kidnappings. The trial was in the headlines for months and there were endless scandals. Many witnesses involved in the case were threatened as well as few of the lawyers. From Hank’s recollections and the extra information provided by the feds, there was a wealth of information on the power struggle that followed Rayne’s conviction. The fallout was widespread and lasted over several years. The case was more like a work of fiction, with all the provocative elements of greed, hatred, murder and betrayal.
After initially reading about the case, Spike had felt that they’d hit the jackpot but it would have been irresponsible to ignore the other possibilities. And given Hank’s ten years as a prosecutor, there were numerous other cases that were likely possibilities, which first needed to be eliminated. But after talking with Hank, the one thing that made the Rayne case stand out even more was that it was the only case in which things had recently changed. Whereas all the other defendants were either still incarcerated or had been deceased for years, Rayne had been released from prison only weeks before and had recently died. That fact alone set off alarms in Spike’s head.
As he walked in the door, Willow and Giles met him anxiously. A short while later, they were all assembled in the conference room and Spike briefed them on what he’d learnt and his belief that the Rayne case was at the center of it all. Once the briefing was over, Giles updated Gunn and then they each set out to research all of the people involved in the Rayne case.


Buffy woke late that morning. She was so tired and achy from the night before. Angel had spent hours doing unbelievably erotic things to her and now she was really feeling it. Every muscle screamed in protest as she shifted on the bed and the soreness between her thighs was hard to ignore. Rolling over she realized that she wasn’t alone. Angel was lying next to her, his arm draped across the pillow. He was nude. Propping herself up, she turned towards him and for the first time, really looked at him. He was tall and very well built. Her eyes traveled along his entire body from his feet to his muscled legs and thighs. She took in his seemingly ever-present erection and made her way to his chest and up to his face. He was a gorgeous man. And in his sleep, he looked so harmless and peaceful. Looks could certainly be deceiving. She watched him sleep for several minutes, the regular rise and fall of his chest almost hypnotic. She was so taken in by his slumbering form that she didn’t notice him wake. Remaining still, he watched her visually explore him. When her eyes reached his face again and met his gaze she jumped. Caught. Holding his gaze, she slowly backed out of the bed, threw on a T-shirt and wordlessly made her way to the bathroom where she brushed her teeth and washed her face.
When she returned, Angel was lounging back on the bed with an expectant look on his face. Slowly she approached and sat on one of the chairs at the table. He smirked and then indicated for her to sit next to him. Cautiously she complied. Holding her in his grasp, he kissed her neck and shoulders, his hands groping her breasts. He gently pushed her back onto the bed and covered her with kisses. As he touched her, she was quickly reminded of how tender and sore she was. Working his hand up the T-shirt, he placed a finger at her entrance and slowly penetrated her. Wincing, she pushed against him, raised her hand and gently cupped his face, capturing his gaze. Angel was surprised by her bold move and met her eyes questioningly.
“Angel, please. I can’t, not right now. It hurts.” She hoped he wouldn’t get angry.
Leaning over her, he murmured in her ear, “After last night, I thought you liked when it hurt a little.”
Blushing down to her roots, she pulled away from him. “No, I mean it really hurts, I’m not saying ‘No’ but I just need a break, please.”
As she pulled from him he noticed the slightly pained expression on her face and he realized exactly what the problem was. When he first fucked her she was nearly virgin tight. It was obvious that she hadn’t had sex for a long time. She’d gone from complete celibacy to fuck-fest too quickly and her body was still adjusting. He smiled inwardly. Fortunately, he had foreseen this problem.
Reaching for her again, he kissed her deeply. She returned his kiss hoping not to incur his wrath for refusing him.
Breaking the kiss, he asked, “Are you sore baby?” His voice velvety, his smile clearly indicating that he already knew the answer.
She nodded, slightly embarrassed to be discussing this with him.
“Don’t worry Lover, I’ve got just the thing for you.” Then he got up and went to the bathroom. Minutes later, she heard the water running and after a while a light floral scent filled the room. Some time later, he returned and scooped her out of the bed, carrying her to the bathroom. There, she saw scented candles burning on almost every surface and that he’d drawn a bubble bath. Setting her on her feet, he pulled her T-shirt off over her head and helped her settle into the hot water.
“There are bath salts and body oils in there to help with the soreness. Soak in there until I get back.” He then left the room.
Buffy settled back in the bath and tried to relax. When she refused him, she had expected him to force himself on her or threaten to hurt Dawn again. She was surprised that he seemed willing to give her a break. Of course, what she didn’t realize was that Angel wanted her to enjoy the sex between them. It wasn’t just for his pleasure. Previously when he inflicted pain, he combined it with pleasure. He wanted her to get off on it. But with this, she wouldn’t get much pleasure at all if he forced the issue. And that went against his plan.
Close to half an hour later, Angel returned with a breakfast tray in hand. Setting it on the vanity seat, he sat next to the tub and proceeded to feed them both. When he presented the first spoonful to her, she tried to take it to feed herself but he wasn’t having any of that. His expression discouraged any arguments. So she sat there and allowed him to feed her. It was awkward for Buffy and made her feel strangely vulnerable. The act was too intimate. Allowing him to put food in her mouth and sharing utensils. And the bubble bath. It was something lovers did, not something you did with your rapist. It was a mockery of every romantic fantasy she ever had. And he was the first man she would experience these things with. He was violating not only her body but also every shred of romance she associated with such activities. He was trampling on the acts she should enjoy and cherish; he was tainting them. The next man to draw her a candle lit bubble bath would be lucky if she didn’t run from the room screaming. The next man to feed her would be fortunate if she didn’t throw up.
Once the meal was over Angel stripped and slipped into the tub behind her, pulling her into his lap. And the mockery continued. She knew what he wanted so she rested her head on his chest and tried not to think about it. As the silence stretched out and the remaining bubbles dissolved, he caressed her. The body oils in the still warm water making her soft skin feel like silk. Shifting her slightly toward him, he took her hand and placed it on his erection. His hand over hers, he guided her along his shaft. Closing her eyes, she allowed him to guide her hand. Together they stroked him from the base to the tip and back again, slowly increasing the pace. The feel of their joined hands gliding along his length was extremely erotic and Buffy found herself responding to him. As the pace increased, she gripped him more firmly. Releasing her hand when he felt her grip increase, he reclined as she pleasured him. Soon his gasps and grunts filled the silence. As she pumped him, he reached over and guided her mouth into a searing kiss. Their tongues battled and they devoured each other as she continued stroking him. Again shifting her a slight bit, he broke the kiss and whispered, “Spread your legs.”
She opened her eyes in surprise to his command and met his gaze. So much for giving her a break. Slowly she obeyed and closed her eyes again when she felt him touch her sex. Fondling her nub, he worked a finger into her and began slowly pumping. Feeling her moisture, he inserted two fingers and gradually pumped harder and faster. Within minutes, her gasps and moans joined his as they touched each other. As they drove each other higher and higher, their mouths met in a fevered kiss as they frantically raced towards their orgasms. Climaxing first with a loud groan, he roughly pulled her closer and pumped wildly into her sheath while rubbing her clit. Abandoning his cock, she broke the kiss and wrapped her arms around him as she shrieked and thrashed on his hand. Holding her legs open he rubbed her clit harder and faster, thrusting his fingers harder and deeper. She screamed out her orgasm.
Before she could recover, he moved them to the other end of the bath and placed her on the ledge. Spreading her before him, he sucked long and hard on her clit, tickling her until she was babbling incoherently and thrashing wildly. Her second climax rapidly exploded in the wake of the first. Still not giving her a chance to recover, he climbed over her and plunged his length into her quivering sheath. Once seated within her, he fucked her with staggering power. The oils from the bath making his cock easily glide in and out of her. The oils also made her slide on the ledge with his every thrust. As he ploughed into her, Buffy held on to him for dear life, her pulse racing, her breathing ragged, her body burning with blinding sensation. She quickly reached her crisis and as Angel roared his, she held onto him, her body convulsing as she sobbed out her earth-shattering climax. In the last few moments, as he pumped his seed into her, prolonging her orgasm, she cried out his name.
The instant his name spilled from her lips, she opened her eyes in horror. As their gazes locked, a purely masculine smile crossed his face. The sudden silence echoed against the walls. When he withdrew from her, she pulled away and ran from the room.

Moments later Angel was dressed. As he was leaving, he passed her prone form. She was wearing an over-sized T-shirt over her damp body. Her long wet hair splayed across the pillows. She was obviously crying. He watched her briefly; the sounds of her sobs a haunting reminder of Darla’s whenever Holtz left her bedroom. And like Holtz he was leaving his captive in tears. In that moment, Angel knew that he was no better than his uncle. Using his power over Buffy the same way Holtz used his over Darla. But this realization did nothing to diminish his resolve. As far as he was concerned, living with Holtz made him the monster he was now. And Hank Summers made that happen. Shutting out the memory, he approached the bed and muttered, “Dawn will be here after lunch.”
Seconds later he was gone.



Some hours into their research, the phone suddenly rang, startling Giles, Willow and Spike.
“Giles & Co, Private Eye.” Willow’s extremely professional voice filled the silence.
“Willow, this is Finn. Turn on your TV to channel 6.” The urgency in Riley’s voice surprised her.
“What?” She wasn’t sure she heard correctly.
Giles and Spike listened to her one-sided conversation, an uneasy feeling settling over them both.
“Are you sure? Hold on.” An extremely worried expression crossed her face as she went into the conference room and turned on the television. Puzzled, Spike and Giles followed her in.
The midday news was on and the anchor was reporting on a breaking story regarding the Summers’ kidnappings. Apparently, over the weekend a national tabloid received a VHS tape and a letter from an anonymous source. The tabloid, The Star, was running a story detailing the alleged content of the tape and the letter. According to The Star, the tape, labeled “Ideal First Whore” allegedly showed Buffy Summers on a table having what appeared to be consensual sex with a man and the accompanying letter, among other things, insinuated that she was complicit in her own abduction and that the entire thing was a ruse, some sort of rebellion on her part because she hated her parents, was jealous of her sister and was against the senator running for the White House.
After the anchor reported the details of the story, a so called ‘expert’ came on and discussed the possible ramifications of the alleged content of the letter and the tape on the investigation and the legal issues involved if the tabloid did in fact run the story. First Amendment issues and libel were among the many.
Willow, Giles and Spike watched, mouths agape, all coming to the same conclusion. With the story being reported the way it was, the Star didn’t have to run it. The damage was already done, both to the integrity of the investigation and Buffy’s reputation.

Once the story was over, Willow added that Finn and Gunn were already heading to judges to obtain warrants to seize the tape and the letter as evidence but they expected to encounter some resistance because once the tape and letter were received they became property of the tabloid and there might be Freedom of the Press issues.

Giles and Spike remained still momentarily as the gravity of what just happened settled in. Then Giles grabbed the phone and called Hank to break the news.

After spending most of the previous night condemning Angelus to eternal damnation, Cordelia left her apartment determined to get even. She was going to strike back the only way she knew how. It was just after noon and she was going shopping. With Angel’s credit card no less. She hit all of her favorite stores where Angel had authorized her use of his card, Saks Fifth Avenue, Prada, French Connection, Gucci, Cartier and Neiman Marcus, all to vent her anger. He was going to pay, literally. She spent hours and hours trying on clothes and selecting accessories. Her boyfriend may be fucking every whore in town but she was going to look stunning. She never noticed Luke following at a distance.

After shopping for several long hours and doing considerable damage to Angel’s wallet, Cordelia decided to pamper herself even more by going to a salon, Angel’s treat of course. She got her hair trimmed and highlighted, a facial and a full-body massage to finish ease the tension. She got a manicure and a pedicure and later settled down for a late lunch, at the salon café’s exorbitant prices. Revenge was never sweeter. As she savored the last scrumptious bites of her slice of cheesecake, Cordy heard a familiar voice in the background. Turning around she came face to face with an old acquaintance, Faith Evans.
“Faith?” Cordelia asked surprised. It had been years since she’d seen her old classmate.
“Cordy, is that you?” Faith too was surprised to see Cordelia Chase of all people.
“Yeah, how’ve you been?”
“Five by five girl. And you?” Faith’s trademark response made Cordy smile.
“Oh, I’m fine. Just here splurging a bit. So, what have you been up to?” She hadn’t seen Faith since they graduated from Sunnydale High together.
“Oh well, my parents opened a third branch of April Fools here in town so now I’m managing this store.” After working at the original April Fools in Sunnydale most of her life, Faith was rather proud that she was managing the new store entirely on her own.
“Really, you guys are pretty much a chain now.” Cordy remembered spending several small fortunes in the Sunnydale store while she was a teenager. April Fools was the most stylish store in Sunnydale. It was where she bought her prom dress.
“Yeah, I know.” Some pride slipping into Faith’s voice, a smile on her face.
“How long have you been up here?” Cordy asked genuinely interested.
“Just a few months. We had our grand opening not too long ago.” Her little smile returning.
“That’s great. Where are you located?”
“Only a few blocks from here, on Adams Street.”
“Well, that’s really nice. Maybe someday I’ll stop by and check you guys out. Perhaps we can do lunch.”
“That would be cool. Well, enjoy the rest of your dessert.”
“You too.”

Both then returned to their meals, neither really expecting to see the other again.
A while later, Cordelia left and headed home.

By that evening, the Summers’ estate was under siege. If it were possible, the already overwhelming media presence seemed to increase exponentially by the hour. Thanks to the alleged salacious content of the tape and note, the media feeding frenzy reached epic proportions and every news station ever heard of had a camera crew staking out the senator’s home. Despite the FBI presence, several determined reporters tried sneaking onto the estate to get shots of the senator and his wife or to get a comment from anyone working on the case. Many had to be escorted off the property for posing a threat to the security of the operation and a few were even arrested for repeat offenses. Soon Hank and Joyce’s neighbors were complaining to the authorities about the sheer number of people and news vans blocking the streets and access to their own homes. It was total chaos.
Finn and Gunn were finally able to obtain warrants but the Star’s lawyers fought them and they spent most of the day trying to resolve the issue. Fortunately, Finn and Gunn were able to convince the editors of the potential life and death nature of the situation and they were able to reach a compromise. The tabloid made a copy of the tape and letter and released the originals to Gunn for processing at the federal crime lab. However, despite measures taken by Hank’s personal attorney to prevent the publication and threats of a lawsuit, they were still running their story.
By the time Giles called, Hank had already seen the news. The story had been picked up and soon the lurid details of what the tape allegedly showed were everywhere. As the day wore on, the story quickly changed from the sympathetic plight of two loving parents whose children were stolen to a sensationalized tale of jealousy, anger and betrayal, with Buffy at the center of it all. Of course, no one actually claimed any of what they reported to be fact. Each report was prefaced by a disclaimer and carefully worded to avoid any liability. No, the damage was accomplished purely by allusion and innuendo. Most often, it was reported under the guise of journalistic credibility and responsibility, using the Star’s situation as an example of where Freedom of the Press and the Right to Privacy were at odds. Quite frankly, it was more an example of “pass the buck” journalism. Upon hearing the story, Joyce was devastated and fled to their bedroom. The constant ringing of the phone got so bad that Hank eventually disconnected the main phone line, leaving only his personal, unlisted number in case of emergencies.
Now, Agent Harris was keeping an eye on Joyce again while Hank, Gunn and Wesley discussed damage control. They were considering holding a press conference and releasing the first tape because the news stories implied that the sex between Buffy and her partner appeared consensual. The first tape would refute that to some extent. However, although Hank desperately wanted to clear his daughter’s name, he was torn because of the shocking elements of both tapes. There was some nudity on the first tape and from what Gunn said the second was extremely graphic. One made Buffy out to be a victim, the other, a slut. Both exposed her body. Gunn was against releasing it at all because he didn’t want to compromise the investigation any further but even he had to admit that if they were unable to stop the Star from running its full-length story, in the end there’s very little that wouldn’t be compromised anyway. Reaching a consensus, Wesley suggested making an edited version of the first tape, one in which only enough would be made public to cast doubt on the content of the second tape and hopefully exonerate Buffy in the court of public opinion. After considering it briefly, Gunn agreed and assured Hank that it would be doctored on account of the nudity. It would be ready for release to the public the following day. And so, Senator Summers, Wesley and Special Agent Gunn went outside to face the media firing squad.
Gunn spoke first. He briefed the crowd, informing them of the existence of the first tape and his intent to release censored portions of it the next day. Once Gunn was done, Hank took the makeshift podium and when he spoke, he was determined to set the record straight for his daughter’s sake.


Cordelia entered her apartment precariously balancing all of her shopping bags. After leaving the salon, she managed to squeeze in a bit more shopping before the stores closed. Once she set down her packages, she flipped on the television. As she put away her purchases, she listened to the evening news. Just as she finished, the anchor announced that in a few minutes, the station would be covering a press conference regarding major developments in the Summers’ case. When Special Agent Gunn appeared on the screen, Cordelia sat in front of the TV. She’d heard about the kidnappings and was curious about what might have occurred. She listened to Agent Gunn and the senator talk briefly and was just about to get her dinner ready when she froze. On the screen were photos of both Buffy and Dawn Summers. But what struck her was the strange familiarity of Buffy. Cordelia was certain she’d seen her somewhere recently. Then it hit her. Angel. Buffy was the woman having sex with Angel. She sat in shock, her hand over her mouth as she realized that her boyfriend had the senator’s daughters taken. She began shaking. The horror that she gave herself so implicitly to a man who could do this escalating by the second. As more pictures of the girls and their parents crossed the screen, she began hyperventilating, tears falling from her eyes. Feeling suddenly sick, she made a mad dash for the bathroom. Crouching over the toilet, she promptly emptied the contents of her stomach.


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