Chapter Five
Mine?
After the scene at the Feast, Willow, who had appeared out of nowhere, took Buffy back to her house. She scolded her for her rudeness and then she sent her to bed like she was a kid. At the moment Buffy didn’t care. She was tired and she felt like she was in a dream.
Everything was so surreal. This dimension and her purpose here was nothing like her own and she wasn’t sure if she should be angry or happy.
She took off her dress and sorted through the draws trying to find something to wear. Finding a tank top and a pair of shorts she threw them on and lay down on the bed facing the wall. Her eyes scanned the barren walls and her mind filled in the missing scenes; pictures of her and the gang, mom and Dawn, all smiling and seemingly happy.
But there was nothing now. Empty, barren, cold walls lined with nothing but candles that set an almost eerie candescent glow to the room.
She sighed; it seemed that she never got what she wanted, except seeing Him that actually was quite nice. She closed her eyes and remembered how it had felt to be in his arms again. It was strange because for some reason it didn’t seem to matter that it was the face of the demon that he wore and not her beloved souled Angel. But she sensed no danger from him only interest at who and what she was. There was no fear in her as she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her body close to his.
It’s odd she was actually more freaked out by seeing Riley as a demon then seeing Angelus. Maybe because she had always thought of Riley as being a good normal guy, then to see him as a vampire was a little bewildering. What was even more whacked was that she was a little turned on by the notion that there was a monster inside of him. Maybe Spike had been right and she did crave a little monster in her man. Maybe the darkness inside of her really did rule her emotions and desires.
Her eyes snapped open and she smiled “Some things never change.” She whispered to herself.
“Are you going to spend all night out there or are you going to come in.” She sat up and turned toward the window and the dark figure that emerged from the shadows.
Angelus had been sitting there watching her trying to understand the pull that he felt toward her, trying to comprehend all that the Master and Giles had told him. He hadn’t decided yet what to believe, he only knew that he had to see her again.
She startled him out of his thoughts by the soft sound of her voice. He knew he felt a connection but he hadn’t realized that she felt it too. Now he started to feel a little uncomfortable and he didn’t like that.
He snarled at her “Do you make a habit of inviting Vampires that you don’t know into your home?”
She leaned back against the headboard and giggled at him “Is that what you think…what you feel? That you don’t know me?”
He stepped inside the room and looked at her innocent smiling face. It was a façade he knew it, there was no way that she was innocent. He took a whiff and smelt her state of non-innocence and he growled again. The thought that she was not pure made him very angry.
He wasn’t ready to answer her just yet, wasn’t ready to admit to her that he did feel those things. So he took a different route, anger.
“I don’t know you Slayer. At least not your kind, a slayer trained to kill me.” He took a whiff “A slayer who is not pure in body yet not owned by a master vampire. “
She watched the play of emotions on his face and somehow she knew what he was thinking. She relaxed her body and placed her hands above her head. She was really enjoying this. She knew that he did feel her and their connection and she knew that he was totally uncomfortable with that. But she on the other hand felt very powerful and she liked that a lot.
“You would like to think that wouldn’t you? That I was nothing but a whore with no sense of duty or honor; it would make your world so much easier.”
He walked around the room fingering her clothes smelling her scent, and he scowled at her words. “My world is already easy Slayer; I see to it that there are no complications.”
She smiled “I bet you do…always in control right, the king of the castle? Oh I know you, probably better then you do.” She watched him as his agitation grew at her smugness and the confidence that radiated off of her. She couldn’t resist teasing him. Lord he was so stubborn; she decided to step this up a little.
With her eyes on his she slowly rose from the bed and walked over to him. Their feet nearly touched and she craned her head back so she could look up into his glowing golden eyes.
“You know I do belong to a Master Vampire.” She tiled her head to the side baring his mark on her neck. And his eyes were drawn to it like bee to honey. He stared at the mark a scar that was faded but still clearly visible especially to the vampire that made it.
He frowned, how could that be? It was clearly his mark there was no doubt in his mind yet he had no memory of ever tasting her. It must be a trick; a trick conjured by the Witch and the Watcher. Well there was one way to prove if it really was his mark or just magic.
He lifted his hand and gently grazed the raised bump with the tips of his fingers watching her face the whole time for the response that would answer his question.
And he got his answer as her eyes closed and her body swayed toward his. Her breathing became rapid and shallow and he could smell her arousal and desire.
He growled into the darkened room his body quickly responding to hers. “Ohhhhh…” she moaned softly and her hand came to rest on his chest. God she was beautiful, the expression of pure joy and ecstasy on her face made his body tighten with lust.
Suddenly he stopped touching her and stepped back the force of his emotions too much for him to understand. He felt controlled by her and it wasn’t a feeling he was used too.
Her body swayed and she almost fell forward without his body to lean on. Her eyes snapped open and she looked at him. “What’s wrong?” she breathlessly asked.
He just continued to stare at her. Her response so genuine, there was no way she could fake that. It was truly his mark. He was dumbfounded, confused and felt totally out of control and that was unacceptable.
He snarled and grabbed her roughly “What trick is this?” he sneered in her face “What magic has made my mark on your body?” He shook her “ANSWER ME!”
The haze of passion that had only moments ago consumed her, was now gone and in its place was raw anger at his denial and the predicament that she found herself in.
She pushed his hands away and took a step back “Trick! Magic! Those answers would be the easy way out wouldn’t they! You are just like him! Denying what is right in front of your face!“ She turned away “Get out!”
He stood there his body shaking with rage and uncertainty and pissed off that she thought that she could order him about like a minion. He stalked over to her and grabbed her roughly pulling her back against him. He leaned down and spoke harshly in her ear.
“Do not speak to me so! You will speak to me with respect that is due a Master Vampire, especially one that has marked you as his!”
She stomped her foot landing sharply on his toe. He jumped back hoping on one foot and growling at her audacity. She turned around her green eyes shooting sparks of anger at him “I dare much vampire! I will speak to you any way I please! As you have already said I don’t belong to you! In fact I don’t belong here…AT ALL! Now get out!!”
He was fuming his face a mask of rage and anger. He once again stalked over to her and lifted his hand preparing to strike a blow to her beautiful face but instead he found himself unable to move. Stuck in the motion…he tried to turn his head to the source but he already knew what or rather who it was.
“Willow, release me at once!” he snarled at her.
Willow was woken by the yelling coming from Buffy’s room and rushed in. Buffy was standing in a fighting position and the vibes that she was getting off of both of them were those of rage and passion. It was like a keg of gunpowder ready to go off in this room and it was giving her the willies.
“No.” She walked over and stood in front of him, whispering angrily at him. “You are not supposed to be here! You know that. Please just go peacefully, don’t make me tell The Master.” She pleaded with him because she liked him and she didn’t want to see him harmed.
With his eyes on Buffy he almost missed what Willow said because he was entranced by the way her body had so swiftly and smoothly moved into a fighting position, ready to take his blow and hand out her own. The non-submissiveness and dominant actions were completely turning him on as he felt his body respond once again to hers.
He smiled evilly at her and spoke to Willow calmly “Okay Willow I’ll leave.”
Willow looked into his eyes for deceit and found none so she released her spell and his body relaxed. He stood tall and walked over to Buffy who was still standing erect ready to protect herself.
He leaned down and looked into her eyes and unconsciously licked his lips. He watched as her green eyes followed his path and he took note of her once again shallow breath and quickened heartbeat. He smiled seductively at her his eyes filled with promises of delight.
He raised his hand to touch her face “We will see each other soon, eh lover?” She brushed his hand away “Don’t get your hopes up demon!”
He stepped back and laughed at her boldness. And in a blink of an eye he jumped out the window and disappeared into the night the sound of his laughter the only noise that could be heard.