BAD ANGEL

A/N: Slowly losing my mind writing this, keeping track of all these details is a bitch. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter.

Part 6


Angel sat in the armchair in his bedroom watching the press conference and marveling at how Hank seemed to age ten years almost overnight. The senator didn’t look nearly as haggard on Friday night when he and Joyce held the first press conference. It’s amazing what stress can do to a person.
As he watched, he couldn’t help but reflect on how dejected Buffy seemed after he left her that morning. He’d been observing her on the monitors since he left and she just looked so lost. She did eventually get up, shower and dress but she seemed to be functioning on autopilot. She wasn’t as perky as she was before, granted she really wasn’t all that perky since he kidnapped her. But even so, she just seemed to be losing her spirit. He smiled. Right on schedule. But he had to give her credit though, she seemed to pep herself up for Dawn’s visit and although she was considerably quieter than she was during their first visit, she did manage to hide her distress and keep up her end of the conversation. But for all her efforts, she looked like she was walking around with the weight of the world on her shoulders. And this was just the beginning. His smile broadened as he thought of the delicious torments he had in store.
The knock on the door disrupted his thoughts. It was Luke informing him of Lindsey’s arrival. Instructing him to bring Lindsey to his study, Angel prepared for their meeting. It was time for an update.

Cordelia sat on the bathroom floor exhausted, her head propped against the tub. She had thrown up at least three times and yet her stomach still felt so queasy. Of course, by now the only thing she was really bringing up was bile. She was sweating profusely and yet chills periodically ran through her body. Her mind was a muddled mess and she had one hell of a headache. She felt so sick. She couldn’t believe what she knew Angel had done. Her mind just refused to accept it. Just thinking about it made her head throb and sent a wave of nausea coursing through her. She resolved to not think about it and concentrate on calming down.
After sitting for a long time her stomach seemed to settle and she managed to get to her feet. She was shaking violently and she felt faint but she made it to the face bowl and proceeded to clean up. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, she filled a cup with some water and took a few pills to help her headache and settle her stomach. That done, she slowly made her way to her bedroom. Somewhat dizzy, she stumbled a little before she made it to her bed and finally collapsed, her body demanding sleep. There, she curled up and pulled her blanket over her. Right now she needed to rest, she’d deal with reality in the morning. But as she tried to sleep, images of Buffy and Angel together plagued her. The despair in the senator’s voice haunted her. She couldn’t escape it. Desperate to block it out, she pulled her pillow over her head and covered her ears, all to no avail. Frustrated by the futility of her actions, she grew increasingly distraught as the escalating gravity of the situation weighed heavily on her. Eventually she started to cry.

Angel and Lindsey sat in his study while Luke gave his report on Cordelia’s activities. Adam was now monitoring her.
“And she just went shopping?” Angel knew her shopping spree was intended to make him pay for his infidelity. Her jealousy and misguided possessiveness amused him.
“Yes sir, she shopped for several hours and then went to a salon.” In the past, Luke had spent countless hours following Cordelia and detailing her activities to Angel.
Looking at the list of places she visited Angel asked, “And there was nothing unusual?” He knew Luke was almost as familiar with Cordy’s habits as he was.
“Nothing.” Besides the obscene amount of money he was certain Cordy spent, there was nothing to report.
“Well, continue monitoring her closely. I want to know who she sees, whom she talks to. Everything. I don’t want anything overlooked.” Luke nodded in understanding and then left.

“So, what do you think?” After informing him of Cordelia’s possible knowledge, Angel wanted Lindsey’s impression on how much of a threat she posed.
“Well, I’ve never seen her in a moral dilemma before so I’m not sure what to expect but if I were in your place I’d be watching her.” Lindsey hoped Cordelia wasn’t stupid enough to betray Angelus. “Um, how are your guests?”
“They’re fine. I haven’t had contact with Dawn yet but she is behaving. And Buffy is just absolutely entertaining.” The events from that morning still amused him. The way she was watching him sleep and how she jumped when he caught her. And then moaning his name. The look on her face was priceless.
“Entertaining?” Lindsey asked curiously. He could only imagine what Angelus was doing to the poor girl.
“Well, besides the obvious, she is actually quite fun. She’s not as superficial as Cordelia.”
“Hmm, and the obvious?” A sly smile gracing Lindsey’s lips.
“Linds, you know I don’t kiss and tell.” At Lindsey’s expression, he conceded, “Who am I kidding, I always kiss and tell. But let’s just say she is quite the fuck.”
“I’d have never guessed just by looking at her. She seems so, young and innocent.” Lindsey really didn’t think that the petite, young woman he saw on the monitors would suit Angelus’ taste.
“Ah, and that’s what makes her quite the fuck. She is only now discovering the wilder side of her sexuality. You should have seen the look on her face when I used the vibrator on her, and the dildo; she blushed so deeply I thought she’d pass out. And she is one hell of a screamer. I don’t think she even knew that she was a screamer. And when she comes, ah, the earth shakes. She is so divine, I could eat her for breakfast, lunch and dinner.” He was getting aroused just imaging what he’d do to her next.
“You’re obviously enjoying this immensely.” Lindsey couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Oh yes, I’ve got to hand it to Hank. The man may be a complete idiot but he sure raised one little firecracker of a daughter. And I imagine little Dawn has some fire to her too. Then again, Joyce probably had more to do with that than Hank did. I’ve seen that woman, she looks like she could be a sex goddess too if she’s with the right partner. Anyway, I plan to indulge my every fantasy with Buffy for as long as I can.” He was really looking forward to visiting Buffy again.
“Hmm, speaking of, I’m not sure how much time you’ve got left.” Lindsey was glad to get to the real reason for his visit.
“They’re making progress?”
“Well, I spoke to Meirs earlier and he says that they are seriously looking into Hank’s work as a prosecutor. Ethan’s case came up more than once.” A bit of concern tainting his voice.
“Well yes but there were a lot of people affected by Ethan’s conviction. Have they zeroed in on me yet?”
“Not that we know of. There seems to be a private detective working on the case and Meirs doesn’t have much access to his office, so we can’t be certain. Also, they brought in some rescue operative or something so it sounds like once they locate them, it’ll be a pretty covert operation.”
“Ah, well, I’ll be sure to put my men on alert. I’m not ready to give Buffy and Dawn back yet. So what else has Meirs reported? Has Hank been crying like a baby again? You know, I really wish I’d seen that. But hell, I was probably fucking Buffy while her daddy cried for her.” He relished the idea of plunging his cock into Hank’s little girl as he wept for her.
“Yes, well, besides the heads up there’s nothing much from Meirs. He planted the first tape at the housekeeper’s home but as we already knew, they couldn’t lift any prints off it. They’re still testing the tape Abrams planted at The Star but they won’t get anything that leads to you off that one either. Besides that, Abrams hasn’t seen much action.”
“Ah yes, Parker. What is that weasel up to?”
“He’s been keeping an eye on his partner, you know that Boy Scout, Finn, but so far there’s nothing to talk about. Of course, the tape you sent to The Star has been causing quite a riot. It’s everywhere. People just can’t stop talking about it. And you know they’re releasing the first one.”
“Yep, I saw the press conference. Don’t worry. I went over those tapes a hundred times before releasing them. They can’t ID me with those. I made sure to use shots that were focused only on Buffy. She got lots of exposure for her debut performance.” He chuckled evilly at the shock Buffy was sure to get when she got home and realized that the entire country was privy to their little escapades.
“So how much longer do you think you’ll need to keep them? Cause quite frankly, if they’re focusing on Ethan’s case, it won’t take long to find you. And if your girlfriend betrays you, that’s it.” Lindsey was rather apprehensive about the entire thing.
“I suppose.” After thinking briefly, he responded, “I’ll just have to step up the pressure on Buffy.” After a moment he added, “And if Cordelia betrays me, I can assure you that she’ll live to regret it.” His voice low and menacing.
“You would kill her?” Lindsey really hoped Cordelia had a strong sense of self-preservation. He liked her.
“I said she’d live to regret it. There are things worse than death and given Cordelia’s vanity, I know exactly where to strike. Get an update from Meirs and Abrams.” Angelus was now plotting his next move.

Some time later, Lindsey headed home. He was worried. This situation was getting out of hand and he was getting weary. When Angelus first told him of his intent to kidnap the senator’s daughters, he thought he was joking and just blowing off steam. But then he heard about it on the news and during one of his visits, Angel showed him the poor girls on the monitors in his study. To say he was shocked would be an understatement. There was no doubt in Lindsey’s mind that Angelus had completely lost his. Angel told him that he’d only taken the younger girl to control the older. He didn’t have to say what he was planning for Hank’s older daughter. Seeing them on the monitors, Lindsey felt sorry for them both. But he was not about to lose his cousin. Angel was his only living family and he’d help him to the end. He was only involved in this to keep his cousin out of prison, not to mention himself. After all, he had his own skeletons to hide. So, he had a vested interest in keeping on top of this situation. He intended to contact Meirs and Abrams that night. And in the morning he’d pay Cordelia a visit.



Once Lindsey left, Angel sat in his study watching Buffy for a long time on the monitors. As he watched her, his erection returned with a vengeance. His body craved to be buried deep within her. After what happened between them that morning, it seemed his hunger for her only intensified. For a long time he tried to ignore the throbbing in his groin so he could do some work but he wanted her so much it hurt. His raging hard on was driving him insane, begging to plunge into her scorching heat. After a while, he could no longer bear it. He needed Buffy.


Buffy sat at the table reading one of the books he had left her. She wasn’t a big fan of poetry but she had already read the novels and was desperate for something to get her mind off the events from that morning. She actually called out his name during her orgasm. That was the first time she’d done that. She tried to convince herself that it wasn’t a big deal, that it didn’t mean anything and that she was just caught in the moment but the sinking feeling she got every time she thought about it made her fear otherwise. Why was it that some of the most incredible sex she’d ever had was while she was under duress? How sick was that? There was just something about him that got to her; that got under her skin. She couldn’t explain it and quite frankly, she was deeply ashamed and terrified of it. The nature of their relationship was beyond disturbing and the ease with which she surrendered to him each and every time was even more so. What did that say about her? What kind of a woman was she? She no longer knew the answers to those questions and now, she wasn’t sure she wanted to. She could only find solace in that she spared Dawn. She never wanted Dawn to experience this. She didn’t want Dawn to even know about it; she didn’t want anyone to.
Glancing at the clock, she saw that it was just before 11pm. After humiliating herself that morning, she was glad that Angel had left her alone most of the day. As she flipped through the pages, she wondered what was taking her parents so long to secure the ransom.

Just then Angel walked through the door.
“Hello, Lover.” He smiled mischievously at her.
“Angel.” She knew it was too much to hope that he’d leave her alone for the night.
Walking over, he reached out and gently caressed her cheek, lifting her face. Bending slightly, he gently nibbled on her lower lip, his tongue seeking access. She granted it and soon they were engaged in a searing kiss. Lifting her from her seat, he wrapped her legs around his waist and held her in his embrace, deepening the kiss. As their tongues mated, he clung to her as if she might disappear, pointedly rubbing his erection against her. Both now breathless, he settled in the chair with her in his lap. After calming a bit, he picked up the book she had been reading.
“Are you enjoying this?” He wondered what her reading tastes were like.
“It’s ok. Poetry was never really my thing but there are some nice pieces in there.” She wasn’t sure how candid to be.
“Really, which do you like?” He asked genuinely interested.
Hesitating briefly, she took the book and found the page of one she especially liked. It was about freedom. He smirked. Then, taking the book from her he held her closer and proceeded to recite the poem to her. When he was done, tears were in her eyes. Having now lost her own freedom, the words really spoke to her. Kissing her on the forehead, his hands wandered over her body. As he touched her, he noticed the pensive look on her face.
“Buff?” He was curious about what she was thinking.
“Are you going to kill us?” She softly whispered. She couldn’t meet his eyes as she spoke, as if she might discover the horrible truth hidden in their depths.
“Now why would I do that?”
“Why are you doing any of this?” She countered.
The look on his face silenced her. It was a warning. She wisely backed off. She knew she was on dangerous territory.
To ease the awkward tension, he began stroking her arms and kissing his way from her fingertips to her face. Slipping his hands under her clothes, he caressed the supple skin of her back and stomach. Nibbling on her neck and ears, he lightly touched along her thighs, chuckling inwardly when a shudder ran through her. During the times they were together, he discovered all of her erogenous zones and was now a master at seducing her. She sat on his lap, lost to everything but what he was doing to her. She had surrendered to him so many times already that she had no idea how to resist him now. And what resistance she had left was neutralized by the threat to Dawn.
When he knew she was ready for him he stood with her in his arms and carried her to the bed. Laying her down, he moved down her body, working his hands into her underwear. Grasping the piece of satin, he slowly pulled it down her legs, slipping it over her feet. Lifting her feet into his lap, he massaged them, working his way up her legs. All the while holding her gaze. When his hands reached her thighs, he replaced them with his mouth and kissed his way along her inner thighs. Gently pushing her legs apart, he held her in position and paused to look at her again. Eyes locked, he lowered his head to her sex. Closing her eyes, the last thing she saw was his tongue flick out as he tasted her. Burying his head between her thighs, he swirled his tongue over her clit, tightening his hold when he felt her squirm in his grasp. He sucked and nibbled, plunging his tongue into her depths, fervently devouring her until she was keening loudly and thrashing in his grasp. As he sucked on her sensitive nub, she shrieked wildly, begging him for mercy as he tortured her with his mouth. Then, plunging three fingers into her, he pumped hard and fast as he sucked, propelling her towards a blinding climax. Buffy was awash in sensation. Drowning in the incredible orgasm that cascaded over her. Completely oblivious, his name spilled from her lips like an anthem, the breathy sound of his name on her lips inflaming his own desire. As aftershocks of her climax surged through her trembling body, he kissed his way up to her face, again capturing her gaze. Hovering over her momentarily, he freed his cock and positioned it at her entrance. Then slowly, deliberately he slid into her. Taking her inch by agonizing inch. Fully buried, he withdrew almost completely before thrusting back in. At her gasp, he repeated it again and again until she was moaning loudly as his length invaded her. As the urgency of his need overcame him, he pinned down her wrists and fucked her in earnest. Their joint cries of passion echoed throughout the room as they hurtled towards their crises. When she screamed her climax, he held her down and ploughed into her with staggering power. Within seconds, the orgasmic clenching of her core sent him over the edge with a howl and with his final thrusts, filled her with his seed. Sated, he collapsed onto her and held her quivering body in his arms, kissing her adoringly until both drifted asleep.


Just before midnight, the vibrating of his cell phone jolted Warren awake. He was on the couch in the Summers’ living room taking a nap. He was off duty and was trying to get some rest before he had to take up his post with the other FBI agents again. Taking the phone out of his pocket, he recognized the number on the display. It was Lindsey McDonald calling from the pay phone a few miles from his house.
“Yes.” Warren’s groggy voice came over the line.
“We need to talk.”
“When?”
“When can you get away?”
“Um, tomorrow, noon.”
“Fine.”

The conversation lasted less than 20 seconds. After disconnecting, Warren went back to sleep. He would call Lindsey tomorrow.

A short while later, Parker received a similar call. He was at home when the phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Abrams, we need to talk. Tomorrow, 2pm.” Lindsey then hung up, got in his car and drove home. He had a long day ahead of him.


tbc ...