14. Punishment


After the frustration of having to sit and watch his Slayer with Willow, the following night Angelus didn’t want to take any chances and started hunting for Buffy as soon as it got dark enough to venture out. He absolutely refused to go another night without her.

As he had hoped, he caught up with her early in the evening. He was still angry at her, and it was time for her to learn that his anger could run both hot and cold. If the lesson he had tried to teach her with Spike hadn’t taken hold, he’d try another way.

He didn’t bother with foreplay, seduction, or even a greeting. Instead he threw her roughly against the wall of the nearest crypt and tore at her clothes. In seconds he was inside her, both fangs and cock. As his tension finally began to ease, he pulled back a little. He was pleased to see that Buffy looked pissed. But then she often did, nowadays. The romance had gone from their relationship, replaced by something more primal and much darker. He didn’t miss it.

Time to begin the lesson.

“Was that good for you, too, lover?”

Roughly pushing him away from her, Buffy straightened her clothes. She wasn’t anywhere near satisfied. The bite had been deep, but he had drained her almost too quickly for her to even feel it. He hadn’t shared it with her either, and the hurried fuck against the wall? Not so much fun as it sounded. It hadn’t been intended to make her cum, and they both knew it.

After last night Buffy was finally beginning to understand the hold that Angelus had on her, and she was looking for a way to fight it. She wasn’t sure she was quite ready to dust him, but she was quickly coming to a point where she felt might have to.

“What was that for?” she complained.

His next words chilled her.

“I went looking for you last night. Found you, too. How long has that been going on Buffy – you and Willow? I don’t like being made a cuckold.”

Crimson, she struggled for words. He must have been outside her window. He had seen them! Her mind rushed with all of the things he must have witnessed.

Frantically she wondered when had he arrived. At lot had gone on in her house last night that she didn’t want Angelus to know about. Aside from the sex she’d shared with Willow, had he figured out what they had been experimenting with? Had he overheard what they had talked about?

In the light of day she realized that they had both been affected by her blood much more than they had suspected at the time. None of it would have happened without the blood, but she didn’t dare let him know that she knew that. Between them, Buffy and Willow had proved Buffy’s point. The blood had a powerful, seductive and subtle affect. They’d been completely high, and hadn’t even known it until the next morning.

It was hard enough to even look at Willow now, let alone talk to her. And now Angelus knew too? She wanted to die she was so embarrassed!

But getting beyond the general mortification, what exactly had Angelus seen and heard? She and Willow had discussed many things, and none of it was anything Angelus would like hearing.

As she thought over the earlier part of the evening she realized that it would only enrage him further if he learned what she and Willow had been trying to find out. As Buffy continued to catalog the night’s events, she suddenly understood that she could be in even worse trouble. She had spoken to Willow candidly about sleeping with both Angel and Spike. She didn’t quite remember exactly what she had said, but she was certain that Angelus wouldn’t have been flattered. It didn’t make sense to Buffy that Angelus had quite literally forced her to sleep with Spike and now was angry about it – but it seemed to be true.

She tried to think quickly. She was already light-headed from the loss of blood. She was going to have to try to curtail his constant feeding off her. Either that or move directly to a more permanent solution to her Angelus problem.

But it was one thing to dust vampires when she had believed that they were little more than animals in human form. And that description did seem to fit the majority of fledglings and minions she had seen. But now she had met two masters, and she knew that wasn’t true. And whatever he might be doing to her – he was only able to get away with it because she let him. He was no longer killing random humans for food. He was doing what she had asked him to. If she killed Angelus now, it would feel like murder.

What did she want to say? Oh yeah, something that wouldn’t get her in any more trouble. Something he’d find flattering. Something that would buy her some time to think about her options.

Of course, “I missed you.” She ran her hands over his chest, let herself feel the tingle of excitement being close to him brought on. “Let’s do this again, why don’t we? Only more slowly this time.”

Angelus shook his head, but he was smiling. That was a good sign, wasn’t it?

“That wasn’t enough for you, was it? Left you all hot and bothered. Unsatisfied.” It wasn’t a question, but Buffy nodded her head and laid it flat against his broad chest. She had noticed that he seemed to like it when she acted submissive. It wasn’t really how she was feeling at the moment, but Angelus didn’t seem to notice. She just needed more time to decide how she wanted to handle him.

“Good,” he growled. “It was supposed to leave you wanting. That was a punishment Buffy – a very mild one. The next part may be a bit harder to handle, just remember sweetheart, you started it.”

Before she could react he pulled her head back and into the wall of the crypt, knocking her out cold. Last time he’d tricked her into coming into his home willingly. He didn’t think she’d fall for it again.

~*~

When Buffy came to, she found herself in an uncomfortable position. Something cold and hard was pressed against her back. She tried to get up and was stunned when she realized that she could barely move. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she took in the situation. Her wrists and ankles were fasted to heavy metal chains, forcing her to lie stretched out on a cold stone slab, totally nude.

She couldn’t see much of the room she was in, but she knew that she was not alone. She could hear the grunts and groans of someone having sex not five feet away, just out of her limited range of vision.

She heard a gasp and a giggle, then a female voice said, “Our kitty is finally awake. Do you think she wants some cream?”

Angelus’s response came with a grunt and a growl. “You forget, Dru, she’s been a bad kitty and is being punished.”

She heard the giggle again, followed by more grunts and groans. Buffy decided to do what she could to spoil the moment. “Uh, guys? Awake here and like really grossed out. You can let me go home now.”

Completely nude, Angelus stalked into her field of vision – followed closely by an equally disheveled Drusilla, her skirts hiked up to her waist. At least now Buffy knew who she had overheard while she lay helpless. She was surprised at how much the tangible proof of his infidelity hurt her, even if she had almost already decided that she didn’t want him anymore.

“All right. You’ve proved your point. I get it. Really, I do.” She wasn’t about to admit it to him - that she knew about the ‘blood lust’ vampires (and apparently humans) got from drinking Slayer blood.

Angelus had already drunk from her tonight, and apparently he had decided that he was going to punish her by leaving Buffy unfulfilled. He would deny her both a taste of her own blood and his body. As a further punishment, he must have wanted her to be present while he screwed his childe. Still, she rationalized, after his taste of her blood, he must have needed a vessel for the lust it had awoken in him. The quick fuck against the wall hadn’t been enough for Buffy, but it couldn’t possibly have been enough for Angelus either. Drusilla must have been a convenient choice.

After the events of last night, she would be the first to suggest that no one was responsible for what they did while under the influence of the feelings stirred up by her blood.

Dru hid her head behind Angelus’ chest, and he continued to stroke her hair. They showed no sign of pulling apart.

“Look, I’m sorry, alright.” What did Angelus hope to gain from this confrontation? She SO did not need to be forced to watch while he fucked Drusilla. If she gave him what he wanted, maybe he’d let her go. “Listen, I don’t know what came over me last night. It’s not like Willow and I have ever done that before, or ever will again. It just sorta happened.”

She was determined that she wasn’t going to tip her hand that she knew how he had been trying to control her through her addiction to her own blood. Nope, she was ignorant girl, all right.

“We’ll both just have to forgive and forget, okay?”

“What ever does she mean, darling? And you say I don’t make sense?”

Angelus laughed, and kissed Drusilla full on the lips, right in front of Buffy’s incredulous eyes. She was beginning to think that maybe she had this all wrong, and that Angelus hadn’t taken Dru to get back at her, or because of the blood lust.

“I think our little Buffy is confused. You see, she still sees things as a human would. She thinks I slept with you just to get back at her for what she did with that little red-haired girl.”

Dru laughed then. Buffy didn’t like that they both seemed to be laughing at her – that and the fact that nobody was undoing her shackles.

“Naughty girl. Playing games without permission! Daddy says who’s to play and who’s not. Now it’s my turn. Isn’t it Daddy?” Dru was practically dancing up and down with glee, and clapping her hands like a small child. “You said I could, you know you did!”

“Yes. Yes Dru.” Angelus beamed at Drusilla indulgently, stroking her bare breast, bending to bite at her nipple. “You’ve been a good girl, so you get a present. Do you like the way I’ve wrapped it up for you?”

Dru tugged on the Slayer’s chains and made clunking noises deep in her throat. Her eyes sparkled as she turned back to look at Angelus again.

“Like Christmas. We haven’t used the chains in so long…Do you remember the games we used to play with William?”

“Of course, Dru.” He raised his eyebrows and smirked at Buffy. It wasn’t a nice smile. “But now we get to play with Buffy. She’s never played games like this before, so you’ll have to teach her the rules.”

Drusilla moved closer to the supine girl manacled to the stone altar. She leaned over her gently and whispered in her ear. “Grrr. Roughh! It’s going to be ever so much fun, a new dolly to play with!”

Buffy didn’t like what she was hearing. Not one bit. She’d had about as much as she was going to take. “Angel, you’re scaring me. You’ve made your point, and I’ve told you, it won’t happen again. Now let me go, or I swear…”

When Angelus turned to face her, his eyes were cold. Buffy hadn’t seen him look so menacing since their affair first began. “I told you not to call me that! Angel doesn’t live here anymore. And you’d be better off if you’d be quiet and not interrupt us. We’re not nearly finished with you yet.”

“Fine. Angelus. Whatever. You’re pissed. I understand that. But it so wasn’t my fault.” Maybe it was better to let the cat out of the bag, so to speak. At least sort of.

“I don’t know what came over us – me.” Thinking fast she tried to make up a plausible excuse. “We were cleaning my weapons, and I, I, cut myself on one of my short swords. I sucked the cut to stop the bleeding, and the next thing I know I’m all over Willow. It was kind of freaky. And totally not something that I would ever do again. And I’m sure that it wouldn’t have happened if you had been around…”

If he had taken her not so subtle hint about how she had been affected by tasting her own blood, he wasn’t admitting it. Surely it was something that he had to know. He was using that knowledge against her – getting her to do things with him she never would have if she hadn’t been driven insane with lust first.

The cold look had gone out of his eyes, replaced by a false caring that was somehow even scarier. His voice was level and calm, like the voice of reason. As if he had only her best interests in mind. For the first time Buffy considered that she might actually be in trouble.

“How do you know it’s not something you want to happen again, unless you try it? You and Willow certainly looked like you were enjoying yourselves, believe me, I know. Passion like that can’t be faked. Maybe you really do swing both ways – I wouldn’t be surprised. It’s a very vampire trait, and the original Slayer was created from a vampire. That’s why we’re so drawn to each other- vampires and Slayers. That’s what I’ve asked Dru here to help you find out. After she’s done with you, we’ll all have a better understanding of just how much demon is really in you.”

“Dru?” Buffy rattled the chains, surely if she put all her strength into it she could work herself free. “There is no friggin’ way, Angelus. She’s nuttier than a Snickers Bar!”

“Why so upset, love?” Angelus cooed. “You did Spike like a real pro. Dru’s my childe as well. Can’t give one a treat and deny the other. ‘Course, if you really didn’t have inclinations that way, I was prepared to give it a pass, but seeing as you obviously do, I don’t really have that excuse anymore.”

He was far scarier when he was acting so calm and deceptively rational. “Why are you doing this to me? What do you possibly get out of it?”

“We’re a family, Buffy.” He smiled patronizingly. “I know that you come from a broken home, so I can understand that you really don’t know what that means. But, my childer and I, we’re …close. What benefits one, benefits all. Besides, you need to be taught another lesson, and you seem too dense to get it through your pretty little head any other way.” His voice had been growing increasingly louder and more irritated. “You are MINE! What you gave to Willow belongs to me and I am the only one who decides who can and cannot have you.”

Incensed that he would put it so bluntly, she momentarily forgot that she was bound and chained in the cellar of his house as the words tumbled out. “Whatever you think, you don’t own me, Angelus. If you keep pushing me you’re gonna find out just how much I am my own woman. I’ll make you wish you’d never been born, or sired, or whatever it is you do.”

Laughing at her threats, he taunted her back. “Good. I’ll look forward to that. Really, Buffy. I enjoy a challenge. I’d like to see what you’ve got. But right now, you’re in Dru’s hands. She can be very creative. Might give you some good ideas.”

He turned to his childe then, and his voice was stern, but kind. “No biting Dru! Do whatever else you like, but there is to be absolutely no biting. And you know that if you can’t obey my rules, I won’t let you play with my toys ever again. Tell me you understand, Dru.”

Apparently chastened, Drusilla bowed and head and agreed. “Yes, Daddy. I’ll be good. No biting. None at all. Not even if she begs for it.” Satisfied with what he saw in Dru’s expression, Angelus started to walk out of the room, only turning back briefly to issue one more warning.

“She’s to be able to walk out of here on her own when you’re done with her, Dru. I won’t tolerate anyone breaking my things.” Dru merely nodded this time, her eyes sparkling as she gazed lovingly at Buffy’s naked flesh spread out before her.

And then Angelus once again turned and left Buffy alone with a deranged killer. An evil killer that wasn’t Angelus, Buffy amended. What was it that he got out of leaving her to the mercy of his crazed family members? Did he really go hide somewhere just out of view where he could watch?

Spike had said that the mansion was riddled with secret passageways and spy holes, and that it was next to impossible to know when you were under observation and when you weren’t. Just where was he going, she wondered as she heard his parting, “Enjoy yourselves, Ladies. I need to go have a talk with a little red-haired girl.”

Dru looked conspiratorially over at Buffy. “I thought he’d never leave. He doesn’t like to let me have my porridge in peace. You’re little Miss Muffit, and he’s the spider. Hanging from the ceiling by a thread, ready to spoil my cream!”

Apparently Dru thought he would be somewhere watching them as well. At least that’s what Buffy figured her ramblings meant. If he were watching from somewhere, at least that would mean Angelus could step in if Dru looked as if she was going to take things too far. Buffy knew very well that Dru was a few aces short of a full deck, and liable to do anything, despite her promises. She could understand that Spike could be trusted to follow his own self interest, but Dru was crazy. She didn’t think that Angelus’s threats would affect her one way or another. The insane vampire had probably already forgotten them.

Dru ran her hands through Buffy’s hair and licked her neck, before removing her own dress. She clapped her hands together while climbing up on the slab Buffy was bound to. “We’ll make lovely music together, dear! Wait and see.”


A/N: Thanks to everyone who has left reviews, especially Athenewolfe and Spikez_Tart who recently started the story and left reviews for almost every chapter. You guys all rock, and make posting this worthwhile.