Angelus Wins
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Angel(us)/Buffy
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,422
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Captive
Title: Captive (first in Angelus Wins stories)
Rating: R violence & abuse
Disclaimer: I don't own or claim any rights to BTVS.
Buffy sat on the edge of her bed. Since her arrival to St. Mary's of San Diego, Buffy was nothing short of clinically depressed and borderline suicidal. Perhaps her journey would have that story book ending she had always hoped for. Her eyes remained closed as she reflected on the path that had led her to flee her former life and pursue a life behind the safety of the convents' walls.
+*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*+
He stalked her.
Nightly. Without remorse for his actions. He wasn't capable of feeling it. He didn't have a soul.
As Buffy patrolled the streets of Sunnydale, she could feel his presence, although he was never seen. Until, of course, it was too late. On the evening that it had become too late, Buffy had had a rather pleasant day. No days had really been that pleasant since her 17th birthday., but this one was better than most. Her mother had not fought with her. Her friends, Willow, Xander, Oz, and Giles had all been positive and in a good mood. School had gone well. She had danced with Xander and other boys from school at the Bronze. While nothing wonderful had occurred, her life was beginning to feel routine again.
Perhaps that had been his plan all along; make her start to feel happy again, then punish her for feeling that way.
Angelus. He had blood in his eyes. Metaphorical and literally.
One knock over the head and Buffy was unconscious and chained in the mansion. Sleeping at the momenngelngelus watched her. His patience was unmatched in the human world.
As she awoke, she could see him starring at her.
“Wh-” Buffy said, coming to the realization that she was no only captured, but still alive. Alive for a sick and twisted games Angelus desired.
Utterly unable of further speech due to shock, Buffy watched as her ex lover approached her.
Buffy stood. Her ankles chained to the floor. She was unable to move further.
“You.” Angel tore her black sweater and tiny white undershirt off, leaving nothing but a light pick laced bra to cover her chest. “Almost.” With that word he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. “Won.” He tore her jeans completely off. Leaving her in simple plain pink panties.
“I mean it Buff. Almost. That night after the judge. In the rain. You could have killed me. But you didn't. Do you know why you didn't?”
Angel approached her. When she didn't answer, he slapped her across the face.
The slap burned like fire on her left cheek. She closed her eyes and a single tear fell.
“Answer me Buffy.” Angel commanded.
“No.” Her voice summoned the courage, although she had no idea where that courage came from.
“Because you are weak. And now you are mine.” Angel approached is captive.
“No tears Buffy. Tears will be punished.”
“What do you mean to do with me?” Buffy asked bravely.
Angelus didn't answer. He would never answer a captive's question unless it severed as his amusement.
Angelus took a wooden paddle from his cabinet. He evilly grinned as he approached Buffy.
“Hold out the palms of you hands in front of you.” He said in domination.
Buffy obeyed.
Angel slammed the paddle down into Buffy's palms. The first smack didn't so much hurt as it did shock her. As the smacks continued, alternating between hands, the pain increased to almost unbearable levels. Warm tears flowed from Buffy's eyes, but her pride would never let scream or beg him to stop. Atleast not yet. Angelus kept his eyes on her palms. Watching as they turned deep red from his assault. He didn't stop the smacks. They continued until her entire palms and wrist with red. Satisfied that she could take no more, he walked back to the cabinet to put the paddle back.
Her tears flowed freely. This didn't go unnoticed by Angelus.
“You asked..” Angelus turned to Buffy. “....what I mean to do with you. I want to make a deal Buffy. If you can live through the beating I give you, then you, and your friends, can live. Although I want you out of Sunnydale. If not, then you and everyone you love dies before tomorrow night is over.”
Angelus stood inches away from Buffy.
She really had no choice. While vampires were horribly evil, they knew of honor. Angelus would keep his word. Buffy nodded in agreement to the deal. Atleast this way her friends and mother would be saved. What was to become of her? She didn't have time to worry because Angelus had a new device. It appeared to be a braided leather whip.
Angelus returned to her.
“Take off your panties.”
Buffy once again obeyed.
“Bend over and put your hands your knees.”
Buffy's palms burned as she held her knees.
That was the last thing she remembered.
+*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*+
She had awoke just outside the convent. She cried out. Several nuns heard and came to see what was going on. They helped her inside. Her back, buttocks, and thighs were severely beaten. So much so that she didn't even want to be touched to be examined. She insisted that she remain at the convert and refused to speak of what had happened to her.
That was 5 months ago. Her wounds had almost healed. She had begun the process to one day to become a nun. She didn't want to remember her former life. She didn't want to recall the demons and vampires that walked at night. She wanted to be free from those.
Ironically, she had to take up strict religious life to really be free.
Once he has been her prince charming, and now she was his victim. As twisted as it was, her fairytale ending could still come true. She could find peace still. That was something Angelus could not take.
She prayed that night, as she did every night, that everyone she loved back in Sunnydale would be safe from Angelus. Although she knew that Angelus had made a promise, she now had a greater force on her side.
The End.
More stories to come.
Rating: R violence & abuse
Disclaimer: I don't own or claim any rights to BTVS.
Buffy sat on the edge of her bed. Since her arrival to St. Mary's of San Diego, Buffy was nothing short of clinically depressed and borderline suicidal. Perhaps her journey would have that story book ending she had always hoped for. Her eyes remained closed as she reflected on the path that had led her to flee her former life and pursue a life behind the safety of the convents' walls.
+*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*+
He stalked her.
Nightly. Without remorse for his actions. He wasn't capable of feeling it. He didn't have a soul.
As Buffy patrolled the streets of Sunnydale, she could feel his presence, although he was never seen. Until, of course, it was too late. On the evening that it had become too late, Buffy had had a rather pleasant day. No days had really been that pleasant since her 17th birthday., but this one was better than most. Her mother had not fought with her. Her friends, Willow, Xander, Oz, and Giles had all been positive and in a good mood. School had gone well. She had danced with Xander and other boys from school at the Bronze. While nothing wonderful had occurred, her life was beginning to feel routine again.
Perhaps that had been his plan all along; make her start to feel happy again, then punish her for feeling that way.
Angelus. He had blood in his eyes. Metaphorical and literally.
One knock over the head and Buffy was unconscious and chained in the mansion. Sleeping at the momenngelngelus watched her. His patience was unmatched in the human world.
As she awoke, she could see him starring at her.
“Wh-” Buffy said, coming to the realization that she was no only captured, but still alive. Alive for a sick and twisted games Angelus desired.
Utterly unable of further speech due to shock, Buffy watched as her ex lover approached her.
Buffy stood. Her ankles chained to the floor. She was unable to move further.
“You.” Angel tore her black sweater and tiny white undershirt off, leaving nothing but a light pick laced bra to cover her chest. “Almost.” With that word he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. “Won.” He tore her jeans completely off. Leaving her in simple plain pink panties.
“I mean it Buff. Almost. That night after the judge. In the rain. You could have killed me. But you didn't. Do you know why you didn't?”
Angel approached her. When she didn't answer, he slapped her across the face.
The slap burned like fire on her left cheek. She closed her eyes and a single tear fell.
“Answer me Buffy.” Angel commanded.
“No.” Her voice summoned the courage, although she had no idea where that courage came from.
“Because you are weak. And now you are mine.” Angel approached is captive.
“No tears Buffy. Tears will be punished.”
“What do you mean to do with me?” Buffy asked bravely.
Angelus didn't answer. He would never answer a captive's question unless it severed as his amusement.
Angelus took a wooden paddle from his cabinet. He evilly grinned as he approached Buffy.
“Hold out the palms of you hands in front of you.” He said in domination.
Buffy obeyed.
Angel slammed the paddle down into Buffy's palms. The first smack didn't so much hurt as it did shock her. As the smacks continued, alternating between hands, the pain increased to almost unbearable levels. Warm tears flowed from Buffy's eyes, but her pride would never let scream or beg him to stop. Atleast not yet. Angelus kept his eyes on her palms. Watching as they turned deep red from his assault. He didn't stop the smacks. They continued until her entire palms and wrist with red. Satisfied that she could take no more, he walked back to the cabinet to put the paddle back.
Her tears flowed freely. This didn't go unnoticed by Angelus.
“You asked..” Angelus turned to Buffy. “....what I mean to do with you. I want to make a deal Buffy. If you can live through the beating I give you, then you, and your friends, can live. Although I want you out of Sunnydale. If not, then you and everyone you love dies before tomorrow night is over.”
Angelus stood inches away from Buffy.
She really had no choice. While vampires were horribly evil, they knew of honor. Angelus would keep his word. Buffy nodded in agreement to the deal. Atleast this way her friends and mother would be saved. What was to become of her? She didn't have time to worry because Angelus had a new device. It appeared to be a braided leather whip.
Angelus returned to her.
“Take off your panties.”
Buffy once again obeyed.
“Bend over and put your hands your knees.”
Buffy's palms burned as she held her knees.
That was the last thing she remembered.
+*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*+
She had awoke just outside the convent. She cried out. Several nuns heard and came to see what was going on. They helped her inside. Her back, buttocks, and thighs were severely beaten. So much so that she didn't even want to be touched to be examined. She insisted that she remain at the convert and refused to speak of what had happened to her.
That was 5 months ago. Her wounds had almost healed. She had begun the process to one day to become a nun. She didn't want to remember her former life. She didn't want to recall the demons and vampires that walked at night. She wanted to be free from those.
Ironically, she had to take up strict religious life to really be free.
Once he has been her prince charming, and now she was his victim. As twisted as it was, her fairytale ending could still come true. She could find peace still. That was something Angelus could not take.
She prayed that night, as she did every night, that everyone she loved back in Sunnydale would be safe from Angelus. Although she knew that Angelus had made a promise, she now had a greater force on her side.
The End.
More stories to come.