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flame for all in plain view "Hello?" Buffy said as she beckoned Angel back to bed. The sound of her mother's voice made her angry and miserably sad at the same time. Just the idea that her mother had dealt with mistreatment from her father for all those years and then refused to accept that she too was being abused made her feel conflicted and strange. She really didn't want to hear what her mother had to say, but as usual, she had absolutely no choice. "Hi Buffy," Joyce Summers said, her voice trembling slightly. Buffy closed her eyes and tried to remain positive. This didn't have to be a negative conversation, even though she knew it would be. She intertwined her fingers with Angel's, lying back against his chest and paused for a second before she spoke. She had to remind herself that at least she had him, even if nothing else was going right. "Mom," Buffy said sternly, "What do you want?" "I'm sorry, sweetheart," Joyce said quietly, "I know you've been avoiding me and you have every right to be angry, but please don't shut me out." "Avoiding you?" Buffy shot back, "Yeah, I've been dodging all phone calls you've made to make sure I'm okay!" Buffy took a deep breath as Angel caressed her hand and she realized she'd been gripping his hand so tightly in hers that his skin was turning red and her other hand was clamped on to his silk robe, crumpling the silk. Slowly, she unclamped both hands and started to move away from him. She was embarrassed at how needy she was. What was the difference between not fighting Riley and letting Angel fight all of her battles for her? Whimpering, she scooted away but found herself swept back in his arms and deposited on his lap. Having no choice and not wanting one, she relaxed in his strong arms and listened to the strident sound of her mother's voice. "Will you...will you come over and at least let me talk to you?" Joyce asked quietly after a moment, "I love you, honey." "Alright," Buffy forced out through gritted teeth. "Tonight?" "Fine," Buffy breathed. "Are...are you leaving now?" Joyce asked, seeming to be more upset with every word that crossed her lips. Buffy didn't remember ever hearing her mother that upset and certainly never showed her full emotions that freely with her. In spite of her better judgment, she was curious as to what exactly was upsetting her mother so much. "I'll be there when I can, Mom, alright?" "You're with that man aren't you?" Joyce asked, a bitterness filling each syllable. "Yes, mother," Buffy barked, sitting up in bed. So that was it! Her mom wasn't upset about what had happened, she wasn't upset about not believing her about Riley, she was mad because she was living with Angel! Buffy tamped down the urge to scream and sneered into the phone. "I'm with Angel. In fact, the reason I'm not coming right over is that I would rather screw him than talk to you! Is that what you wanted to know?" *** don't
fall down now Angel hated the idea of leaving Buffy anywhere for any amount of time without him. Even her mother's house seemed dangerous. He strolled slowly back to his car and hopped in before driving several blocks down. Guiltily, he parked it and walked back, intending to lurk outside of the house until she called his cell for him to come get her. He knew that she would be angry if she found out that he had never left, but he preferred that to her being in danger. Course, he had no intention of letting her know that he had gone against her wishes and stayed. As he was walking back, he looked around for a place to hide that had a good view of the front door and the side, but it was a mainly residential area. He didn't want the police to be called because he looked like a peeping Tom. He strolled casually up the street, hands in his pockets, looking around for a spot to hide when he began to see that there was a lot of movement around him for so late in the evening. Every house seemed to have shifting shadows and shaking bushes. Alarmed, he turned quickly and headed toward Buffy's house. He didn't care if it was obvious or not, he was going to be in her yard if someone dared to try and attack her. He crept around the side of the house and then stopped, leaning his head against the wall and closing his eyes. He was becoming more paranoid every day. He wouldn't be surprised if he attacked some innocent jogger for coming too close to his lover. A rustling behind him sent his mind from his thoughts and he quickly turned around, preparing to peer into the night for the source of the sound, but instead the world went dark. *** someday
i'll teach you to beg Buffy was not looking forward to seeing her mother especially since she had just spent ten minutes arguing with Angel about him not staying there and waiting for her. Her mom already hated him! She was sure Joyce Summers would just love it if she looked out the window and saw him standing guard on the front lawn. Buffy walked inside, lagging as much as she could to actually get inside and shut the door before she called out, "Mom?" "In the k-kitchen, honey," Joyce called back. Wrinkling her brown in confusion at the tension in her mother's voice she went toward the kitchen feeling a deep sense of dread fill her. When she entered the room, she gasped in surprise and stumbled back a step. "No," Buffy croaked, backing into the doorway. "Stop moving, Buffy," Riley said, keeping his gun cocked and pointed at her mother's head. "I'm sorry, Buffy," Joyce whispered with tears running down her cheeks, "I'm so sorry, honey. I should have listened to you. I should have-" "Shut up, Joyce!" Riley roared, poking the cold metal into her temple with disgust. "Are all you Summers women the same? Whimpering and crying all the fucking time?" "Riley," Buffy whispered hoarsely, thanking God she had made Angel leave, "Please put the gun down. You don't have to do this." "Yes, I do," Riley snapped, "This is all your fault! If you hadn't been fucking your rich boy and hiding in his mansion, if you would have just let me talk to you then none of this would have been necessary." "We can work this out, Ri," Buffy said, trying to make her voice sound convincing, "Please just don't point the gun at my mom, okay?" "Nice try, baby," he said, "But the minute you became Angel's whore was when your ability to reason with me flew out the window. Hope you enjoyed spreading for him cause the only person you'll be fucking for now on will be me." "Angel doesn't have anything to do with this," Buffy said firmly, keeping her voice from quivering even as the rest of her body shook, "and neither does my mother. Just deal with me." "That time has passed," Riley said, "You could have stopped this from happening, Buff. Remember that later." Riley's face brightened and a broad smile covered his face as a knocking erupted on the back door. He commanded that Joyce sit down before he went to open it. Buffy caught the scream before it came out of her mouth as she watched Forrest and Graham drag Angel inside and drop him on the tiled kitchen floor. "Fucker's heavy," Graham said, slightly out of breath. "Yeah," Forrest added, "He's been eating more than your girlfriend's pussy." As Riley shot his friends a dirty look, Buffy scrambled toward Angel, breaking out in sobs, but she stopped moving when Riley shouted her name and pointed the gun at her lover's head. "You touch him and I'll put a bullet in his brain," Riley said in low, serious voice. *** yeah, i used to be a devil but they never seemed to give a damn Graham left Buffy's house casually with Forrest and then explained that he had a date with a hottie freshman, laughing with Forrest for a moment as he described her to his friend. He waited until he was out sight of Lowell House before he took off in the direction of the mansion. He didn't knock on the front door, but burst inside. In the great room he found who he was looking for. Spike, Gunn and Doyle all sat around the room drinking beers and laughing with some of the other guys. On Spike's lap perched a beautiful brunette woman, who Graham suspected must be his wife. He stared at her for a moment and found himself lost in her eyes. There was something mesmerizing and entrancing about her...and it scared the shit out of him, especially when she shrank back from him and whispered in her husband's ear. "Oh, someone's been naughty," Spike said, after gently urging the beauty off his lap to face off with Graham. "Look," Graham gasped, trying to catch his breath, "I know I told you to fuck off before, but we all thought Buffy really was lying about Riley. He's lost his marbles, man." "Where is he?" Spike demanded. Gunn and Doyle hopped up from their chairs, setting their nearly full bottles of beer on the table with twin thunks. "He's at Buffy's mom's house," Graham answered, "and he's holding them all at gunpoint." "Pea...uh, Angel?" Spike asked. "He's there," Graham said, "But he's more on the tied up and unconscious side."
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know, i want to be the way you want me to Less than an hour had passed but so much had happened, Buffy wondered how she was going to get out of this mess. She was tossed on her bed in her old bedroom and was helpless as Angel was tied to a chair across the room that they had drug up from the kitchen. Blood was dried to his temple and he wasn't moving. She tried to stop the tears that were pouring down her cheeks in a river of worry and tried to think of how to get him out of this, but she couldn't seem to think straight. If only she could get her mom and Angel out, she might be able to stop them from being hurt. She knew it was far too late to save herself as well. Her mother was tied up in her own bedroom down the hall, tucked out of sight, and Buffy was thankful that at least her mom wouldn't have to see whatever Riley had planned with her. When Angel was tied up and secured to the chair, Riley bid his friends goodbye. Neither looked all that regretful of what they had done and seemed like they could care less than what might happen, or even that someone could die before this was all over. "Riley," Buffy said quietly, "Why don't you let Angel and my mom go? I'll go home with you. I promise. We can talk about this." "Nice try," Riley said, "It's way too late for that talk. The only talk I'm having is with your new guy here." Buffy winced as Riley slapped the side of Angel's face and then followed suit several more times. "Wake up, Angelus," Riley said, slapping him again. It seemed to take a very long time before Angel woke up and looked around him. He struggled with the ropes that tied him to the chair until Riley crossed the room and pressed the gun against Buffy's head. "Keep trying to escape," Riley urged, pressing the gun harder against her head. "Finn," Angel snarled, still trying to shake the fog from his head, "Do you really want to go to jail for murder?" "Shut up, Angelus," Riley shouted, "Your only purpose here is to make sure that Buffy comes back to me where she belongs. And if you're lucky, you'll live long enough to miss her." "Get away from her," Angel growled, keeping his hands busy behind his back, trying to free the ropes, but they were tied so tightly that his hands were beginning to numb. Riley ordered Buffy to stand up and then lounged on the bed. Smiling at Angel gleefully for a moment, he looked back at her and demanded, "Take off your clothes, Buffy." "Riley, please just let Angel go," Buffy said, beginning to sob again, "Just let my mom and Angel go and then you can have me. I swear." "No," Riley said, "I want him to see what a slut you are. Now strip, bitch." "Riley, we can-" Buffy began and then screamed, "Angel!" as Riley pointed at Angel and shot. The silencer on the weapon wasn't so silent, as the sound thudded to her ears. Angel groaned loudly as the bullet tore through his shoulder. She moved across the room, sobbing uncontrollably as she approached Riley. She gripped his arm and begged, "Please, please, Riley. I'll do whatever you want." "Yes, you will," Riley said, pushing her back and smiling coldly at her as she stumbled. "Please, Riley! He's going to bleed to death," Buffy continued. "I'm okay, love," Angel groaned, wincing at the sound of his own voice and then meeting her eyes, he mouthed the word, "Run." She shook her head at him and looked back at Riley. She couldn't leave Angel there to die. She'd rather die herself first. "Yeah, he's okay, love," Riley mocked, keeping the gun on Angel but looking at Buffy, "You're both so fucking pathetic. Now, unless you want me to shoot him again, you'll strip." Keeping her eyes away from Angel, tears rolling down her face, which was flushed red with shame, she shakily pulled off her t-shirt and then reached behind her to unhook her bra. He fought the urge to beg her to run and kept working at the ropes behind him, but each movement caused shooting pain to travel up and down his arm. The shame rolling off of her was more than he could stand and he swallowed the bile that forced its way up his throat. As her beautiful breasts came into full view, Riley smiled happily, waiting for the rest of her clothes to follow. *** i can see the future when she tells me how it's going to be "That's it. I'm calling the cops," Gunn said, heading for the phone but stopped when a whimpering scream came from Drusilla. They all stared at her but Spike was the only one to move toward her. Cradling his arms around her, he asked, "What is it, pet? What do you see?" "See?" Doyle echoed in confusion. The scream brought Willow and Xander down the stairs, tramping loudly into the room. "She sees things," Spike explained as Willow and Xander appeared in the room, looking around wildly for the danger. "She's psychic?" Willow asked, looking over the woman she had grown to like over the short time she'd lived in the mansion. Drusilla was kind, although a bit odd most of the time. If she was psychic, it would help to explain some of the strange things she said from time to time. "A bit," Spike said, nodding. "What is going on?" Xander asked, "Where are Buffy and Angel?" "Don't call," Drusilla cried, clinging to Spike, "Can't. They will all die." "The cops?" Gunn asked. "No," Dru shuddered, "Buffy, her mother and...my Angel...my Angel." "What if we go, love?" Spike asked, holding her shoulders and attempting to looking to her eyes, "What if we try to save them ourselves?" "I can't see," Dru answered, weeping her answer on her husband's shoulder, "It's dark, Spike. It's so dark." "Alright, ducks," he said, smoothing his hand over her dark hair, "Everything is going to be alright." *** Abused By Tango FEEDBACK: THANK YOU for all the great feedback! Please let me know what you think of this part. LYRICS: All lyrics are from Everclear RATING: NC-17 **WARNING - DARK*** AN: I know that this fic has contained Doyle up to this point, but in respect for Glenn Quinn and his untimely passing, I am not going to write him in any other parts of this fic. This is just my personal preference. It feels strange and disrespectful, for me personally, to write about his former character. Please don't be surprised that he is dropped out of the fic with no explanation of where he went. I hope everyone understands. Thank you. *** i don't wanna be your whipping boy Angel felt like crying just as hard as Buffy was and it had nothing to do with the bullet wound in his left shoulder. Her bare torso, still faintly decorated with Riley's abuse was bad enough without seeing the sick fucker looking her over like he couldn't wait to do it again. A very faint sound came from outside of the room, but he wasn't sure where. It was so quiet that he could have imagined it. He was sure Riley hadn't heard it. The bastard was too absorbed in demanding that Buffy take off the rest of her clothes. Knowing he had to make noise and lots of it to cover whatever other sounds came drifting in, even if it was his imagination, Angel cracked his chair against the wall of Buffy's bedroom. Thankfully, the chair sounded like it might have broken someplace when he did it. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Riley demanded, "If you get free, I'm just going to shoot you." "I'd rather die than see you hurt her, you sick fuck," Angel spat, meeting glares with the only real enemy he had ever known. Life wasn't perfect, but he hadn't ever hated someone so thoroughly before. "Angel!" Buffy shouted and then lowered her voice, "Don't say that." "I can oblige," Riley said, holding his weapon tightly, "But I'd rather you see Buffy's legs around me first." "Big talk...coming from you," Angel shouted, scooting his chair an inch, just to make a sound, "You talk like there might have been even a second she enjoyed being with you. Denial is a sad, sad thing, boy." "Oh?" Riley said, "I'm sure that's what she told you. Not that I care if you're willing to believe a lying whore like her." "Good. I'm glad you're keeping your little fantasy world intact, Finn," Angel said, shaking his head in mock sadness, "Cause it must be pretty hard on the ego to know that you can't even make the woman you supposedly love come. Buffy, my love, do you have a dictionary? Riley needs to look up a few words. Let's start with ‘abuse,' that's in the A's. Eventually, if we have time we might get to the O's. The word is ‘orgasm.' But since I'm bleeding to death because you can't stand competition, we really don't have that much time, do we?" Angel scrunched his face like he was thinking deeply and then cocked his head at Riley, "Did anyone ever explain relationships to you, Finn?" "Angel," Buffy begged, "Please, baby. Stop." Angel laughed, spitting blood on Buffy's hardwood floor when the expected blow came. Riley hit him a second time and he just kept laughing until he managed to speak again, "You really think raping her will get her back? You don't have a chance. You never had a fucking chance with a woman as brilliant and beautiful as Buffy. You had to beat her into staying and now you have to shoot the man she really loves to keep her with you. You're pathetic!" "ANGEL!" Buffy screamed as Riley aimed and unloaded another round in Angel's leg. She started to run to him and stopped when Riley looked at her. "Riley," Buffy begged, covering her breasts, "Just let me tie something around his wounds. He's going to die." "Shut up and finish undressing," Riley said, and then glanced at Angel, "Nice try, buddy. Diversions aren't your strong suit." He looked back at Buffy who was crying still and looking at Angel as well. Her chest was heaving with each breath and she had backed away to be as far from Riley as possible, which was farther from Angel as well. "Go on, Buffy," Riley said, "I wanna see you shimmy out of those tight little jeans. Angelus looks worse for the wear, so I suggest you hurry." *** i'm
all fucked up Gunn, Spike, Graham and two of the others entered Buffy's front door quietly and heard yelling coming from upstairs. Buffy's voice was the most distinct as she screamed. They inched their way to the room where all the commotion was coming from when Graham nodded toward another bedroom. Joyce Summers was gagged and bound, lying on the floor near her bed. As they walked in, she was trying to scoot closer to the door. "Mrs. Summers," Gunn said, kneeling next to her, "I'm going to take your gag off and untie you, but you have to be very quiet. Buffy's still in trouble. If Riley hears us, it'll give us away. Okay?" She nodded tearfully and Gunn went to work on her gag, while Graham untied the ropes. Spike, on the other hand, was already tiptoeing down the hallway where his brother and Buffy had to be. Muffled voices came through more and more clearly as he made his way down the hall. By the time he reached the door, which was slightly ajar, he could hear Angel's labored breathing, Buffy's sobbing and Riley's voice. Peaking in as much as he could, he saw that a surprise attack was in order. He slid back and made it quietly to Joyce's room when he heard a gun shot. Spike flinched and took a deep breath as Buffy screamed Angel's name. "He's not dead," Spike whispered to his new friends as he stepped into the room. He closed the door as quietly as he could behind him and looked around the room defiantly. "How the hell go you know?" Gunn forced out over the lump in his throat. "Cause I fucking said so," Spike whispered harshly, "My brother is not dead, so it's time to plan his rescue." "Spike," Gunn said quietly. "He's not dead, godamn it. Dru said I could save him and I'm going to, so shut the fuck up, Gunn," Spike whispered again. Gunn looked at Spike's clenched fists and tensed body. He had never seen Spike worked up about anything. Even when everything was at its worst, which was a lot lately, Spike always took things in stride, even made them into a joke. This time it was no laughing matter. Gunn whispered, "Alright, man. Alright." *** yeah
my good lover is my one good thing these days Angel thought he was seeing things when he spotted his brother's face just for a second out the window. He couldn't be there, could he? Angel shook his head, trying to come back to reality, but the loss of blood was starting to get to him. Buffy had taken off her jeans and was only wearing her sexy little panties now. Her legs were trembling and he could see the bruises on them which only made his temperature rise. There was no fucking way she was taking off those panties for that piece of shit. No. Fucking. Way. No one was ever seeing her naked again but the doctor and him if he had anything to say about it. Riley's voice slammed into his ears as the bastard demanded, "Take ‘em off, Buff." "NO," Angel shouted slamming his chair against the wall again and loving the way it cracked, "You're not taking those off, Buffy. You don't have to be hurt by anyone ever again. I'll fucking kill him with my bare hands first." With that Angel cracked his chair against the wall and it broke. His hands were still connected to the back of the chair, but the legs and seat fell away. He stood quickly and faced the point of the weapon, broadening his shoulders despite the pain he felt. He limped a step closer and glared. "You're gonna die, Angelus," Riley growled, "And I'm going to enjoy watching it." "I don't care," Angel growled back, "You're not raping her. I won't let you and if you have to kill me to do it, it'll be worth it." "You think your dead body will stop me from getting between her thighs?" Riley demanded, "You're delusional!" "Even if you manage to take her body, which you'll do over my dead one," Angel sneered, "You'll never take her heart. It belongs to me. It will always belong to me!" Stepping back he stood in front of Buffy, blocking Riley from her. She worked on his ropes immediately, but was having a hard time because she was shaking so badly and so was he. Riley was clearly shocked and then after a moment, he raised his gun and pointed it at Angel's chest. "Step away from my girl," Riley ordered. "Nope," Angel answered, "Fuck off." He cocked the hammer and aimed, demanding again that Angel step away and receiving silence as his answer. Buffy was able to get his hands free and Angel kept them behind his back, holding on to the part of the chair still connected to him for a second. As Riley began to squeeze the trigger, Spike crashed through the window and Graham and Gunn slammed through the bedroom door half a second later. Angel stepped forward as Riley squeezed the trigger and threw the wood. The bullet tore through the flying piece of chair in its way and Gunn crashed into him, knocking him to the floor seconds later. Angel hobbled across the room and watched as Gunn punched Riley once in the mouth. Finn's lip split nicely, but that wasn't nearly enough for Angel. Glancing at the door, he told Joyce to call the police and then urged Gunn to move aside. Graham scooped up the gun as Angel pulled Riley to his feet with his good arm and winced as he switched, gripping him with his injured arm. Holding him there, Angel puffed labored breaths as he punched him directly in the nose with his good arm, then in the jaw and continued punching him. Riley fought to get away, but Angel held him there, dodging his opponent's blows when they came. Everyone but Spike and Buffy stared as Angel punched him in rapid succession, releasing an almost inhuman roar as he did, as if every bit of bottled sadness and anger was being displayed on Riley Finn's face. Spike yanked the comforter from Buffy's bed and wrapped it around her nearly naked body. She let him hold her for a second and then pulled away, blinking back her tears as she crossed the room. She stood next to Angel for a second, watching him deal out what looked like painful blows. "Angel," she whispered, sliding her fingers over his shoulder. He stopped and pushed Riley away, before looking at her. Clutching the blanket around her, she stepped in front of Angel and faced her rapist. She clenched her little hand in a fist and swung, coming in contact with his face, which showed his surprise. Buffy let the blanket drop as she hit him again and again until she was nothing but a dervish of fists, a blur of blonde hair and a battle cry tore from her lips as she went. Riley, regaining his senses, began blocking her punches and raised his hand to hit her back. Reaching over her shoulder, Angel caught the fist that came and wrapped his wounded arm around her narrow waist, quickly pivoting her away. Releasing her quickly, he blocked Riley's other arm as it came around to punch him. Angel swung, using all the force he had left in his body but deliberately missed only to fling his elbow into Riley's jaw instead. Buffy gasped loudly as she heard a sickening crack and realized as Riley fell to the floor that Angel had broken his neck. "The police are on their way," Joyce said as she came running back into the room as Buffy scooped up her blanket and wrapped it around herself, refusing to meet her mother's gaze for a second. "Ambulance too?" Buffy sniffled and her mother nodded. Stepping forward, Joyce stopped as Buffy flinched at her approach. "Buffy, I'm so sorry," Joyce said, "I know this is all my fault." "No," Buffy said, sitting on her bed and tugging Angel to sit down next to her, which he did. He wrapped his uninjured arm around her and held her tightly at his side, closing his eyes as Buffy continued. "Mom, this wasn't your fault, but how could you have not believed me about Riley? Where was the damn bodyguard Angel hired?" "I sent him home this morning," Joyce admitted, "He followed me everywhere I went!" "That's sorta the point," Buffy snapped, "I know you don't like Angel, but he hired that guy to protect you, so things like this wouldn't happen!" "Is he...is he dead?" Joyce asked, looking down on Riley's unmoving body, which Graham was already crouched over. "No," Graham said, "His heart's still beating." "Thank God," Buffy breathed. She watched as Spike pulled one the pillows off her bed, peeled off the pillowcase and began tearing the material into strips. "Thanks Spike," Angel said, groaning as Spike tied one of the strips around his arm. Spike nodded, clenching his jaw as he worked, looking more angry than upset. Finally, he glared at Buffy and forced out, "You're happy that bastard is alive?" "Yes," she said softly, "Death is the easy way out, Spike. He needs help." "He needs to pay!" Spike shouted. "He will," Buffy answered, "But if he dies, he doesn't. This way he will. I want him to know what he did wrong. I want him to face a jury and have them tell him that he's guilty. I want him to see the inside of a jail cell." "If he ever gets out..." Spike started, but stopped when his brother grabbed his arm and shook his head slowly. "Don't say it, Spike," Angel said firmly. "Why Peaches?" Spike asked, "You're thinking the same thing!" "Because I don't want it repeated in court," Angel answered and then stood. He urged Buffy to gather her clothes and put them back on, then took his time hobbling down the stairs to meet the ambulance before he passed out. Graham and Gunn stood over Riley, almost daring him to wake up while they were standing there. Spike stood guard outside of the bathroom as Buffy put her clothes back on and Joyce followed Angel downstairs. She watched as he sunk down on the bottom step and leaned against the railing. "Angel," Joyce said quietly as they heard sirens on the street. His opened his eyes and looked at her, not bothering to answer. "I owe you an apology," she said, "I'm sorry that I didn't approve of you. I didn't see how much she loved you. I thought you were...something other than what you are. You saved my baby and I owe you my life...our lives." "I love your daughter, Joyce," Angel said, "And I want to be with her more than anything. I won't step aside if you change your mind." "I won't," she said as the door was flung open and the emergency crew flooded in. Home - Navigation - Affiliates - Random - Fanfiction - Links - Updates - About Tango |
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