Bleed For The Devil

Title: 'Bleed For The Devil'

Rating: NC-17. Strong language, angst, drama, sexual situations, talk of nudity, and rape.

Summary: What happens after Angelus visits Buffy one night with a bag of toys, in her bedroom, unexpected?

Disclaimer: We are not, in anyway, related to Joss Whedon, Mutant Entertainment and Fox. Also, lyrics are copyrighted to the rightful owners. This is just for fun. Hope you enjoy.

Author's Note: This is from a roleplay that my good friend, Red and myself have worked together on. I also took the other chapters off for the fact that part of our story was from someone else's work. Which was given permission for personal role playing and not for this sort of distribution. Enjoy none the less.

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Warning: This is not mild flavored smut, nor is it smut. It's art with rape scenes in it. Do NOT read if you are a minor. I am not warning you again. Go on, shoo! No kiddy stuff here. This is the art of two adults who have dug deep into Joss' Whedon's storyline of Buffy and Angel, and have taken the relationship of Angelus' "hatred" towards Buffy to new heights.

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Chapter Nine: The love of heaven and hell.


"Oh that is definitely in my game plan" he said and let the vampire come. "As was fucking you unconscious - that's was in my game plan too. Guess I'll have to speed that up a little so you can rest. Okay, let's say three solid hours non-stop fucking. Let's see if you're still conscious then." His lips and tongue and teeth were again traveling down her body, getting her hot all over again. Her breast were still sore from the last time but he made a beeline for them nipping, opening the cuts, sippit het her blood. He could smell her arousal. Well this one was for him. He knew what she wanted now and he grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her forcing her to bend back - "Now I am going to rape you." he said playfully. "I do what I want whether you protest or not. In fact, if you protest I do it even more. Tell me what you don't want Buffy, so I can do it, over and over." He growled biting down on her nipple.

When she saw the face morph, she had no need or feeling to whack him with her elbow and tackle him. Okay, the tackling maybe. That would of course have come with straddling and riding him until she popped him like warm champagne. Fuck her unconscious? Her pretty little lips formed an O, soft gasps breaking free while Angelus had all the quick movements to snatch her arms and push her back. Laying back, she slipped her legs down and then together, crossing at the ankles. She wouldn't give it to him easily. "Should I struggle? Play victim, though, to my greatest ability or weakest? What do you perfer?" She questioned, squirming under him, pushing her chest up as her back arched, hands trying to pry from Angelus' hold with no effort at all. "HELP ME!" It was a fake cry of need, one that she hoped would turn her 'rapist' on. With a cry, she thrashed about with small whippings of her hair agains this face. She smelled of strawberries mixed with the deepest aroma of sex and lust.

He loved her going along with his game. He turned his attention to the other breast, biting its nipple too, watching as two little ripplets of blood dripped down, one from each breast. She was whipping underneath him, exciting him further. Her scene was so alluring. She was hot again, he could feel it. He gloried in the fact that he could turn her on so easily. He lay on top of her, pinning her down, pressing into her. Then he started to go down her body again, heading for her sweet moist pussy. His claws raked at her, his mouth sucked, nipped, bit her further and further down. He reached her public hair and bit all around them, Then pushed her up on the bed further, parting her legs, biting and licking the inside of her thighs. His tongue licked across her vagina area. licked, sucked, licked again. Opened her up - sucked her clit getting her hotter and hotter. Then he bit her. Not too hard but hard enough to hurt. As she thrashed he bit a little harder still sucking on her clit. Her skin broke. Now he was lapping at her blood with his tongue, sucking and licking and drinking.

It was in her nature to fight back. To be the dominate one as it was Angelus' very own also. With her hands under her back, she couldn't push him off. Ah ha! Fight him for real. Make him work up a sweat. That sounded genius to her, and just as she went to push Angelus off, his fangs cut at her nipples and she squealed like a pig, body shifting in a torn fight. Push to accept more pain, or draw away? "More!" She panted, tongue darting out to lick at her lips so the words would be more clearer andhe would know exactly what she wanted or 'didn't' want. "God, I love you!" She announced again, over and over in a solemn vow of truth. Angelus had more skill than anyone she had been with. Which was not another soul but Angel. Angel would never be like this. Too reserve and gentle to do such things to her body. When he bit down, Buffy let out the loudest scream that was but a painful one, slowly drowning out into pleasing waters. "God, you son of a bitch.. that felt so..." Panting, she pushed her mouth up against him, before thrashing wildly, mang tog to catch him off guard and off of her. Pormptly, she rolled off the bed and onto the floor, hand going right between her legs. "You think you can take a slayer down that easily Vampire? Sorely mistaken." She tauned, letting her own finger run over the marks he made, letting the blood rub her hard pink nub, stimulating it and moaning, all the while she was moving away from the bed. "Have to catch me." With a laugh, she grabbed the blanket and threw it around her body, heading straight for the bedroom door that she threw open and started out of. "Come and catch me IF you can Angelus!"

He leapt over the bed, chased and tackled her whipping off the blanket just before he brought her down under him hard. His body pressed down on hers. She stuggled under him and he bit her neck and back. He picked her up around her waist and carried her back into the bedroom. She was still kicking and struggling. He stumbled with her over to the bed and they both fell on it him on top. She was face down, Now he went down her back, kissing, licking, biting. He reached her trim little ass. He continued to lick, kiss and bite. His bites were much harder here. He headed for her center. When he got there he pushed her legs apart and started running his hand up her, from vagina clear over to her anus, tickling, teasing. After a few minutes, he lowered his head and ran his tongue over the same area. Then he inserted a finger in her vaginal area and began working her. Another finger tickled her anus. Then slowly he began to insert a finger there too.

He was faster than she gave him credit for. Extreme quickness. Always alert. Just like the predator he was. So swift. Like an eagle dodging the clouds and passed all the obstacles, it caught it's small prey it it's clutches. That was exactly what she was. The tiny rabbit in the claws of the giant bird, with keen eyes and hearing. 'Youa re good. Better than I THOUGHT." She still taunted him, trying to ge tthe upper hand as she was laid on her stomach. A disadvantage for her because she couldn't see what the hell Angelus was up to. Soon, though, she felt him ticking, licking and arousing her. He knew what buttons to press. How to heat her up like an oven. "Hurts.." She was far from complaining, just stating the obvious as she wriggled under him, head thrashing from side to side as did her small but lithe form. Buffy's body was trying to take in all he offered and decline it at the same time. Especially when he started to touch at a most intimate place that was off limits. Or was it? "Don't touch my ass!" Buffy had mumbled the last word, feeling a deep shame fall over her. She was truely struggling now. It was just something she leaned, or had learned could be disgusting and degrading. "Angelus! Stop." She flexed the muscles in her ass, tryign to block him passage to press the finger in her anua further, though part of her wouldn't refuse if it som something else. Maybe.

She had stopped truly resisting him when he threw her on the bed and starting playing down her back with his licks, kisses and bites. She was enjoying it and was getting totally turned on. However, when he began to touch her little mouth between the cheeks of her lush tush, she stiffened. Then he felt her muscles clamp down in that area, resisting them. He saw the flush of embarrasment spread over her body. He smiled and his cock got even harder.Don\Don't touch my ass" she said. He pushed in a little further in response, one finger in her vagina, the other opening her back door.. "Angelus! Stop." Her muscles tightening up resisting his now. "Did you just stay stop Buffy? Is this something you don't like?" he inquired his voice a low menancing husk. "Did you forget the rules love. If you tell me you don't like something, I do it all the more." He pushed hard against her resistence now and his middle finger slid into her rear opening exploring inside her. He had placed his body over her upper back pressing on her hard, making it difficult for her to move. STill exploring her, he lowered his head and continue to bite her ass.

He kept going for her, pushing further in. Exploring mor eof her dark cavern and enjoying that she really didn't like it and there was nothing she could do about it. "How do you know I am not fooling you though to do it more?" She panted out, biting her lip from crying out as the slight pain of being forced opened up her walls, that was the only place she felt anything. If it was slightly different, she'd be able to concentrate on his finger slipping in her warm pussy, enjoying being forced down like some low and easy slut. That made her shiver in delight. "I.. I thought you were goignt to RAPE me? This isn't rape!" She pushed her ass up, the only thing she could even shift slightly. "I thought you were going to ram my cunt full of your needing erection?" She was trying to sway him, to get him to do her else where. She was embarassed beyond any words. This was mortifying. "OH! MORE! FUCK MY ASS!" Maybe that would throw him off track, or did she really mean what she said. Buffy felt a ping of nervousness loop around in her stomach.

"Oh I am darling. I'm going to ram my prick right up your cunt, go in from this angle and fill you, hurt you and bring you off. This is just a warm up. Now tell me the truth: do you really want me to stop this?" He began inserting a second finger in her anus. "Or do you really want more?" In it went along with the first. His other hand was playing with her vaginal lips and running up her slit. It found her clitoris, which was hard and exposed, and began rubbing it. "What's this?" Angelus inquired. "Your clit so hard already. I think you really like what I'm doing? And you're so juicy up front Buffy. I think you must be really turned on." He was moving the fingers in and out now and from side to side, widing the opening to her "forbidden" area. His own cock was at its full length and was pulsing again, anticipating what lay ahead. "A little more love and I'll put my very large prick right up your cunt" He was using dirty language on purpose knowing it would embarrass her further. What she had not yet realized is she liked being forced into this kind of submission. Well he intended to open that door of darkness for her this very day.

There was a part of her that told Buffy this was WRONG! Very, VERY wrong! To stop him, to make him pay for the rape he was doing to her body. Making her suffer. Making her so tired, so drained and so horny at the same damn time. Only he had that perfect skill. Oh, he was evil. She could barely concentrate with the way his finger inside her curled up, hitting at ther g-spot while another finger flicked and pinched at the pink nub turning red from the attack alshed upon it. "MORE!" But that more was for the pain to her needing cunt. "Don't stop.." But that came out muffled, her face buried in the pillow. Why was she enjoying being the 'victim'? Letting him over power her like some alpha male showing that he had his pick of the best, and only the best. FOrcing himself on her when she would actually allow him to ravish her body. "You know what I want. You..." She just gave up. No use fighting when he slipped the finger in her anus further, hitting at a spot that sent her ass rocking up, little round cheekls bouncing when she fell back against the bed with a small wiggle and thud. A sweat breaking out in a thin layer over her body, her breathing turned into unconsistant gasps. Which happened often when the slayer forgot to breath. Herhead was spinning, her pussy snatched up the fingers, trying o suck them in further as the orgasm built from the added pleasure of his finger fucking her ass. "ANGELUS!!" Buffy lifted to rest her head on her chin, body weak from fighting still aganst Angelus, and with a growl, she fell down. Only her hips lightly moving as she orgasmed, her oval face pressed into the pillow, long blonde hair covering it from Angelus' view. Tiny like heartbeats were all that was com coming from her as he juices ran down her thighs and to the sheets, once more letting it seep in and stain her body as Angelus did with pleasure and sin.

She was ready - he could feel it. He slipped her fingers out and shoved his penis up her vaginal area, as he had told her he would do. He could feel her relax in relief and start responding, coming closer and closer to orgasm. He let his cock get really wet from her juice and the blood, his hand reaching around again to run her hot lit nub. Then, when she felt this was where they were going, he suddenly slipped out of her vagina and quickly inserted it into her anus. Once swift push and he was threw. He knew it hurt like hell and he reveled in her screems. Then he was riding her, hand still around her front, still working at her clit. He had brought her too far. Despite the incredible pain, she was responding to him. Slowing, skillfully yet pushing his large organ into to its fullest he brought her up to yet another earth shattering climax releasing inside her at the same time.

Could you truely rape the willing? Make them unwilling in a way even if they depe down wanted it? It was a confusing situation and Buffy would once more find herself analyzing every aspect of it. From the way she started the chase, to not finishing it and allowing him to pounce on her like an agile cat, taking her as if she was another in heat. When he pushed inside her anus, Buffy felt walls tear, blood dripping from the wound to her pussy. It was the same as when Angel had taken her true virgi. On. Only now, there was no gentle slow strokes. Only hard pounds, the slap of his balls against her pussy made smacking noises. With a pitiful cry, she came, rockign back and forth as he thrusted into her and out, making her other entrance raw from the sawing he was tearing her body by. Like a rag doll of Drusilla's, Buffy laid there, breathing slowly, trying to collect herself as the tears flowed like an open dam. She was torn. Had she liked it or did he force her? "Hurts still." She wouldn't move, the pounding pain was now where he was easing out of. Leaving her a train wreck of feelings. This was above any fantasy she could imagine. Angelus brought all her dark erotica images to life.

He knew he had shaken her to the core with the last extremely exotic and kinky ride. She had enjoyed it physically, of course, but her mind and preconceived ideas were not yet ready to accept it. She was withdrawing from him emotionally, trying to find a place in her mind and emotions to heal. He knew tenderness was called for now. No more rough play for awhile - no more "new" experiences. He would pick up the signals when she was again ready to move forward. There was plenty of time to school her in the many dark pleasures still in store for her. All her entrances were now open to him. She would not agresiresist him taking her in that way. That thought made him hard again and he had to control himself. He snuggled up next to her body and placed his arms around her. "Buffy" he whispered softly. "Are you alright my love". He rested his lips in the crook of her neck and waited for her to speak, unvamping.

It.. it was wrong. Wrong and she liked it. She liked being used. Being embarassed to the center of her soul. To be stripped of all the shields she placed up around her. To have the big wolf come blowing down her house. Moving from the straw, to the wood, to the stone and brick built house. When she seemed to block the front door of that brick house, he snuck through the back. It was all so sudden, her body shaking from the fear she was putting in herself. Her anger and self hatred. She was finding that darkness once more, only this was a personal darkness voided of pleasure in all shapes and forms. She had placed her face into the comforts of the pillow, inhaling and exhaling slowly. Her heart was beating rapidly, increasing her panic over the entire situation. When the bed shifted and Angelus was climbing besides her, breath on her neck and sweet words breezing passed her hair and into her ears, she nodded. Turning her reddened face to him, a lost look in her green gaze. She seemed almost; distant. "Wrong. Wrong. Very wrong. Bad slayer. Naughty slayer." Buffy was scolding herself in answer to Ange He He had gone far in that moment. Taking more than he realized he had.

Oh oh. This was not good. Had he missed something? The last thing he wanted was to drive her insane as he done to Drusilla. No, he wanted his slayer whole and strong and totally in touch with her whole self. What had gone wrong? Then it hit him like a thunderbolt. "Idiot" he said to himself. "She's still human - she still has a conscience. And right now its berating her, belittling her. She' s terrified." "Shuuu shuuu - no not bad slayer. Beautiful slayer. Beautiful Buffy. You didn't do anything wrong. No one was hurt - well, not permanently anyway Pain is not bad. Not the kind of pain we have been sharing. Its not wrong for two people in love to go to the limits, to explore every avenue of pleasure open to them. You just don' t understand darling. You're listening to the words of people who have been too scared to tap into their own inner selves." He decided to avoid the use of terms such as darkness and perversion. She didn' t need to think along those lines. "I love you. You are not bad. You are wonderful and beautiful and strong and good." He snuggled up to her more. "And you have tamed the beast, love. To please you I will behave. Innocents will be as safe with me as with their own loving mothers. You have done that Buffy."

Angelus felt so warm against her body. He was supposed to be colder than her at all times, even afterfed.fed. She was human, he wasn't. Was she even human? She felt as if she didn't belong to anything anymore. He had taken all she knew and stripped her down, showing her for the first time who she truely was and it was too much for her to cope with at that moment. "Tamed the beast?" She let out a small laugh that had the ring of insanity to it. That all had truely been loose indeed. With a forced smile she looked up at him. "I tamed you, yet I can't even hold my own restraints. I didn't tame you. I just have you sadated for now." She reached up, petting the side of his face with small thin fingers, feeling that he was indeed so much warmer. She had given him everything. Maybe even her humanity. He was going to stay away from the innocent ones. To take those that would harm them as he had once did. "It hurts. Inside. I feel empty. Lost. Though when I look in your eyes, I find myself. I get this feeling that I know it's wrong, but I FEEL it's right. You're the one that tamed the beast. You control the slayer in even her own game." With a deep sigh, she collapsed against him, letting her eyes flutter to a close.

He knew he would let her sleep. In fact he needed some himself. She really had exhasted him and that was saying a lot. He would have to slow down. He meant it about not hurting innocents anymore, not because he didn' t want to but he knew she would heap upon herself guilt for his actions., That would really drive her over the edge. He stroked her hair gently as she fell asleep. He watched her for awhile, the way her face moved in her sleep, her gentle breathing. He loved watching her asleep. He really didn't understand why, he just did. Well he would let her sleep the rest of the day then go hunting with her tonight. When she experienced him fighting at her side, helping her fulfill her calling, she should go a long way to healing. And he enjoyed the kill anyway. So did she but he decided not to share that bit of information with her right now. Let her believe for now that her only motivation was protecting innocents, destroying the bad guys. She would be turned on after the kills. He smiled to himself contemplating on how he would use that to his advantage. Then he took fell asleep wrapped in her arms.

Finally a break. Buffy was off with her father and so Giles was looking forward to having a nice weekend and change just to himself. He thought he'd catch up on some indexing he needed to do at the library. It may have been a cover for his Watcherly duties, but it was still his job. He also planned to phone some old friends and family back in England to see how they were doing. Other than that, he just wanted to sit back and relax for once. Giles was just about to settle in for bed when his phone rang. It was Mrs. Summers. "Hello?" Giles' voice was a bit sleepy as he was. "Oh, hello Joyce. How are you? No, you didn't wake me. To what do I owe the pleasure of your call?" Joyce's voice was tense and fearful. "Hello Rupert. I'm sorry to phone so late at night, but Buffy has come home yet. She's usually back home from patrol by now. Have you heard from her at all?" Giles raised his eyebrows even though she couldn't see it through the phone. "I thought she said she was spending the next few days with her father?" Joyce squeezed the phone cord tighter and shook her head. "No, that's not right. Hank is on a business trip in Switzerland for six months. I don't know why she would... You don't suppose she lied to you?" Giles sat up from the bed and went to the door of his bedroom. "I don't know why she would. Buffy would never take off for so long without..." Giles suddenly shuddered. He had the most frightening feeling that something had happened to Buffy. "Joyce, I don't want you to worry. I'm sure Buffy is fine and we'll see her home soon. If you don't hear from her in a few days, you might file a missing person's report with the police. Hopefully that won't be a problem though... Don't worry Joyce. I'll talk to you later. Bye bye." Hanging up the phone on his bedside Giles raced out of his bedroom, grabbing a robe and his coat and running out of the flat to his car. Something was definitely wrong.

He awoke before her and again just watched her for awhile. Then he quietly slipped from the bed without disturbing her and went to take a long shower. Before doing so he put out a robe, a pretty rosy pink affair, and fluffly little slippers. He also laid out some clothing he has chosen from those he had bought for her anticipating that this night would come. The items selected were not only her size but in accordance with her taste, mildly provocative without being the least bit slutty. They were also practical for hunting. She would find a new toothbrush also ready for her in the bathroom. He himself maintained strict hygiene habits including brushing, flossing and mouthwash. Stale blood in the mouth could be discusting as were so many vampires who seemed to used being undead an excuse for being slobs. He despised them. He had also stopped to see Spike and have him issue strict orders to the minions that anyone who treated Buffy without respect would answer to him, Angelus. His mate would be treated like the princess she was. He completed his bathing and dressed in his trademark leather pants and a dark shirt returning to their bedroom to put on some socks and shoes. He would let Buffy cooperate with him in selecting their choice of weapons for tonight's hunt.

If she thought her dreams would save her from the inner turmoil she pushed aside, she was wrong. That guilt she felt would always dwell within her heart. No matter if it was told to her that she had nothing to be sorry or guilty for. Buffy had twisted and turned, never one to sleep in the same spot. Her legs kicked that and this way, body curling up against the harder one. It was normal Buffy sleeping patterns and Angelus would know that. She never slept still. If she did, she would be in peace. When Angelus got up, she felt him leave, part of her reached out for him with a slight groan. "You better not call me slayer when we go patroling." She forwarned, getting up with a push of the blankets off her body. When she looked down, she saw the clothing laid out for her and all she could do was smile. "At least it's not some one piece leather cat suit." She reasoned, stretching as she made her way from under the blankets and planted her feet firmly on the floor. She was definitely sore. Vampires were going to have to take it easy on her. Though, she doubted that one in particular would. He was really going to wear her out. Blow all her fuses as he did last night. Gathering the robe over her body, she felt warm and better than earlier in the day. Gone. She had been gone for at least a day and not a soul knew. It still pained her to know she had allowed herself to see the trap and fall face forward into it. It didn't take Buffy long to wash up, brush her teeth and wiggle her way into the tight leather pants that were actually not so bad. She gave a test to them. Lifting her arms above her head with her hands together, then lifting a leg and spinning around on one heel. Slowly she lowered the leg only to adjust her weight to the other and kick up quickly. "Figures he'd pick leather." It just wasn't Buffy's thing, but for him, she would wear it. The shirt, now that was a little... revealing. The way it pushed her cleavage together and up. The V neck sloping down low and the sleeves ruffled along the top. Adding with the leather pants a sophisticated and alluring look. "I better not have domme boots to go with." She mumbled to herself, walking back into the bedroom and glancing about. 'Angelus?" Looking towards the door, a sudden feeling of dread took hold of her. She didn't move. If she left, that would mean that she was indeed taking the first steps to be with Angelus. To fight alongside of him. To tell those she loved, that the creature she was supposed to hate was now her soul.

He looked up and saw her and give a little whistle. He had known the clothes would look good on her but this was even better than his imagination. He felt himself harden. He shook his head. "Hunt first" he chided himself. The way she looked he very much wanted to just strip those clothes right back off her and have another round of ravishing her - one that would last nighnight. "Later" he promised himself contenting himself with thoughts of how great she would look when she moved in combat in that inticing little outfit. He was also hungry and would have to make a kill tonight. Well, he knew some real bastard on the south side that needed taking out. He also had chosen their vampire targets for the night - a nest of rival vampires that specialized in preying on children. They were joung upstarts, every one of them, and every dark being in town knew they had annoyed Angelus. Specialized in children indeed. Cretons. Children were for tidbits or yummy little deserts, not as a main diet. "they are also off the menu for me" he reminded himself. Oh well, there would be other specialities. He went over to Buffy, pulling her into him so that her back was against his front. His arms circled her waist and he leaned down giving her neck a light kiss. "You look great my love" he said. He had heard her warning him not to call her slayer and decided to reserve that to use only as a title before vampires. It would be said with respect.

He had been so quiet. So sly. He had come up right behind her and without thinking, she had her arms come up and wrap around the back of his neck, sending him to the floor on his back. Which resulted in Buffy getting herself ontop of his stomach and straddling him, nothing in her balled up fist. "Jesus, christ. Smooth move Mr. Silent. Jesus. I thought you were one of those mindless minions." With a deep and controlled breath, she pushed herself up. Not without rubbing against him. He had took hold of her darkness and played with it like a puppet master. She was his slave. "So, I noticed." She referred to his statement on looking great, patting the bulge under his own leather pants. "So, where we headed tonight? You said you had a nest. What are the details? Location, setup.. at that."

He had been stunned to find himself suddenly on his ass with her on top of him. Not that he didn't find their positions to be enjoyable he was just a little embarrassed at being taken off guard. "I'll wear a bell or hum or something next time" he mumbled. . He liked the way she rubbed against him and patted his bulging pants. Then she was off him and he got to his feet a little chagrinned. "They' re on the southside" he respond"Ye"Yeessh Sla---- Buffy. Take it easy on us helpless creatures of the night." He was grinning wolfisly and letting his eyes run over her body. "We need to select some weapons. We'll be taking some of those minions, ones with a few bits of mind left. to assist. There's thirteen members of the Crows." Idiot name, he thought. And the jackasses actually referred to themselves as a "murder of crows" and painted their faces white with black lines just like the characters in those flicks. He had enjoyed the movies but vampires acting like that were embarrassing. Spike and Dru would be among the "hunting party" and two promising young vamps - a couple whom Spike and Dru had turned. The six would be more than enough for 13. He didn' t want Buffy to have to strain herself tonight. He had kept her quite busy and she still seemed a little tired. "Shouldn't take long - afterward we go have some fun" he said. "I mean, go hang at the Bronze or go to a movie - whatever you want." He wanted her to know she would still be able to enjoy a semblance of "normal" life with him "and I guess you would like dinner sometime tonight?" Suddenly he sensed something odd on the air, something familiar yet not quite so. He looked around. It was not close, just a faint echo. He was puzzled and alert. "Now what" he thought.

When business was in order, she ho bro brush aside all other things. This was what she was built for. This was what she was destined for. To try and make as much peace with, for, others as she could manage. "Southside? Not too far from here. We'll need a plan. No just charging in. Do you have a perfectly lined up team? They better follow orders, I won't let them manytanything up." Well, wasn't she just miss. commando? Dusting her knees off, she eyed him carefully. Trying to look passed the grin he held. "So, did they just piss you off and this your way to show the others here off?" Of course, she was teasing him and in a way any male would get sucked in. Question his strength, his power. Make him seem like you were judging his manhood. "What? Wait, OUT? No. Not going to happen. I mean.." The Bronze? He wanted to take her out where her friends no doubt would be? Not yet. "Not yet. Can't we just order in? I need to take things slowly. VERY slowly in this. I mean, they will NOT understand. This is too quick. I supposedly go off with my father, come back and poof, we're a couple? I could just see Giles' face." Disappointment along with fear. Just like the others. They would judge her. The Watcher's Council would no doubt take interest in this. Send someone out to investigate. Catching his look, she closed the distance between them, her hand pressed against his chest. "What's wrong?" Angelus on alert was not a very good sign.