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READER BEWARE:

This chapter contains a non-con/rape scene and drug use.

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Chapter Twelve

Echoes of the Past

Spike watched as Angel pummeled the gym bag with every limb that was attached to his body. He had been at it since they arrived an hour ago and he wondered how much longer he could keep it up. His angry snarls and loud snapping punches already scared the other patrons out of the gym, leaving just the two of them.

He knew what he was feeling, concern, anxiety, guilt, pretty much all of the same emotions that Spike was feeling. Of course they had different ways of handling it. While Angelus’ way was to beat something to a bloody pulp, Spike drank. And he seriously needed one now. Not to mention he was getting tired of holding the damn bag.

“Angelus, for god’s sake can you stop now?”

Angel grunted then threw a left punch landing it soundly on the bag. The bag snapped from the force of his blow and Spike fell back on the mat as the bag fell on top of him.

“Sorry.”

Angel reached down and pulled the bag off then helped him up.

“It’s alright mate.” He dusted himself off then followed Angel as he walked over to the bench.

There was something he needed to talk to Angel about ever since they left the hotel. At the time though there was no way Angel would have listened to anything he had to say. Now seeing that he had worked out his frustrations Spike figured there was no better time.

“Angel, there’s something I need to do.” He said quietly.

Angel looked at him as he wiped his forehead with a towel. “What?”

“I need to go somewhere and take care of some business. And before you say anything, which I know you are because I can see those brows of yours going up, I’ll be back before tomorrow.”

Angel didn’t need to ask what that something was he knew because it was the same thing he would do…if he could. “Go ahead.”

Spike nodded and then slapped him on the arm. “I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Spike?”

“Yeah?”

“Make sure it looks like an accident. We don’t need anymore of them around.”

Spike nodded then left the room. He had a plane to catch.

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After Spike left the gym, Angel took a shower and went back to the hotel. He was still feeling uneasy about sending Buffy back to the Brotherhood. His mind just loved to torture him with gruesome images and it wouldn’t stop, even though he just spent an hour killing the punching bag at the gym.

All this guilt was just too much. He wasn’t accustomed to it and it was driving him mad. He never thought he could feel guilt. It had always been a foreign emotion to him. In fact, there had been plenty of times he would snicker at someone else that was plagued with the confounding emotion, thinking that they were weak. But now his fate was sealed. He knew that this was something he would never forgive himself for. Even if nothing happened to her, it didn’t matter, he was still doomed.

Walking back inside of the hotel, he threw his gym bag on the couch. “Hey Oz. Where is everyone?”

Oz sat at his usual spot at the counter, his nose in his laptop. “Procuring.”

Angel nodded.

“There’s some old guy here to see you, he’s waiting for you in your office.”

“Some old guy?”

Oz just shrugged dismissing Angel as he turned his attention back to the screen.

Angel’s brow lifted. Since when do we let strange old guys into the hotel? Looking at Oz he knew he wasn’t going to get any kind of answer out of him, at least one that was more than three words. Well it didn’t matter, he trusted Oz’s judgment. If Oz thought the man was a threat he’d be dead on their sofa not waiting in his office for him.

Still, he walked hesitantly to his office. He had no idea who the hell some old guy was. Except for Faith and Buffy, no one outside his inner circle knew about the hotel, at least no one he knew. His suspicions were raised as he reached the door and turned the knob with one hand. Habit kicked in and his other hand hovered over his concealed gun.

When he opened the door, he was completely surprised to see Giles standing there.

“Giles?”

Giles turned around with a smile on his face. “Ah Angel you’re back.”

“What are you doing here?” Angel asked as he closed the door.

Giles pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he answered him. “I was wondering if you’ve seen Buffy. It’s been a week since the last time Joyce heard from her, needless to say we are quite concerned.”

Angel watched him warily. That did make sense, but seeing Giles standing in his private office at a location he shouldn’t be standing in, made him cautious. “Um...yeah, she’s okay, she’s at a shoot. Please tell Joyce I’m sorry. Buffy must have forgotten to call her and tell her. I’ll call Buffy tonight and tell her to call home.”

Giles smiled. “Oh, of course I should have known.”

“Um Giles how did you know to find me here?”

Giles smiled, “Can we sit?”

“Please. Whiskey?”

“Scotch if you have it.”

Angel walked over to the bar and poured them their drinks then handed a glass to Giles.

Giles thanked him and then drank the whole thing down. Clearing his throat he looked at Angel. “Buffy isn’t the only reason I came…Angelus.”

Angel’s eyes hardened his hand reflexively reaching for his weapon. “What did you call me?”

Giles smiled at him, “Please no need to reach for your guns. I’m friend not foe.”

Angel didn’t know what to think but for some reason he believed him and he relaxed. Sitting down he followed Giles and drank down his whiskey.

Giles chuckled then stood up, “Yes I think we’re both going to need some more of these fine spirits. The Scotch, imported from Scotland?”

Angel nodded dumbly as he watched Giles reach for the decanter of scotch.

“Yes. It’s very good. It’s been a long time since I’ve had such refined brew. Why the last time was most likely in Glasgow oh about thirty years ago.”

Angel watched him silently as he poured them more drinks.

“It’s beautiful there, but I’m sure you know.” He looked at Angel who nodded. “I remember my last visit quite well. I was there with four of my very good and dear friends.” He sat down and smiled, his eyes reflecting his mind’s trip down memory lane. “Friends really isn’t the word actually, they were family. Well at least three of them were. Yes they were all fine gentleman. We had many things in common you understand. We had a bond. Yes fine men – all of them.“

He looked at Angel who just sat there not speaking because he didn’t know what to say. His inner voice was telling him something but he just couldn’t believe the world could be that small.

Giles saw the look of disbelief in eyes and chuckled again. Then he stood up and put his drink down. Straightening out his jacket he held out his hand. “Allow me to introduce myself. My name his Rupert Giles or as my friends call me…Ripper.”

Angel’s eyes widened. He knew that name. He had read it in his father’s diary. He stood up disbelief on his face. “You’re Ripper?”

Giles smiled at him, “God it’s good to hear someone call me that again. I can’t believe how much I’ve missed it.”

Angel took his hand shaking it. “Well this explains your exuberant greeting when we met at the club months ago. It wasn’t just happiness for Buffy.” He had always thought it odd; the way Giles seemed too eager and almost relieved to meet him. He had thought that that was just the kind of guy he was but now it made much more sense.

“No. Well, a little. Angel I’ve been following your tracks for years. I’ve always known where you were and what you were doing. Seeing you with Buffy was, well let’s just say it was the icing on the cake.”

“You were the one who sent me the package when I was at school.”

“I did. And let me just say you’ve done an amazing job with everything Liam left you. Really quite amazing, he would be so proud of you.”

Angel smiled unsure at the same time his heart burst with emotion at the thought. “You think so?”

“Oh no doubt in my mind.” Giles sat back down and grabbed his drink. “Although I must admit that the last couple of years were a little touch and go. You seemed to fall off track. I was becoming concerned.”

Angel bowed his head, shame filling him at what Giles said. “I know, I just…”

Giles held up his hand, “It’s okay Angel. I understand how daunting your task is and how much pressure has been put on you. It’s only logical that you would falter. It does not make you any less of a man. I’m just glad that you found your way back. I can see that you have your head back on your shoulders and your priorities in order. And that is all that matters.”

“I wish I could take credit for straightening my own ass out Giles, but I can’t.”

He sounded irritated by the fact that it took someone else to set him straight and Giles chuckled. “Yes well. Women are extraordinary creatures, the Summers women especially.”

Angel sat back in his chair still stunned. “Wow, I…I don’t know what to say Giles. Honestly I’m just a little shocked. I mean why did you never come forward before? You could help us. There is so much more that I don’t know and so many unanswered questions that you probably have the answers too.”

“Yes well I’m afraid my time has past Angel. I left that lifestyle behind many years ago. I’m quite confident that you and the other children will see to setting the Order straight. I promised your father that I would keep an eye on you and send you the package, and I’ve done that. My promise has been kept and my job is done. Of course, I’d be more than happy to discuss your parents with you and any other questions you may have regarding the Order, but I’m afraid that is as far as my involvement can be, at least for now.”

For now? What the hell did that mean? “Thanks for the assurance Giles but if you don’t want to get involved why come forward now?”

“With Wilkens involved there is too much going on, too much at stake, and I’m afraid I had no choice.”

Did he have a bug in his house? Has the old man been following me? “You seem very educated on a subject that you don’t want to get involved with.” Angel stated guardedly.

Giles looked insulted and his answer was sharp. “Angelus I may be retired but I was doing this game a lot longer than you. As I told you, I’ve been keeping my eye on you and your crew. I know what’s going on. I know everything.“

This conversation sounded like the one he had with the Mayor. It seemed that there were quite a few people who knew more than Angel did and he found that a little disturbing.

It must have reflected in his eyes because Giles’ voice softened slightly. “I know what you’re thinking and you can relax. You haven’t missed anything. I haven’t been casing you or your crew.” He took a breath and looked down at his glass. “I’ve been tracking another, and it’s through him that I know.”

“Wilkens?”

Giles dismissed his question. “There are still so many things you don’t know. And I’m afraid I’m not at liberty to tell you…at least not now.”

There was that ‘not now’ comment again, Angel was getting extremely tired of hearing it. Why would a retired man who didn’t want to be involved continue to track someone who was knee deep in it?

“Giles I don’t like secrets.” Angel said angrily.

Giles smiled at him. “Secrets are our business Angel, you know that.”

Angel grinned, “True. Let me rephrase that. I don’t like being out of the loop on things that I’m deeply involved with. In my experience that only leads to bad things.”

Giles agreed, “I don’t blame you. And I applaud your cautiousness. Still I’m afraid for the moment some secrets must be kept. Things have a way of revealing themselves when the time is right. Call it fate or destiny if you will.”

“I don’t believe in destiny.”

Giles snorted, “Of course you do Angelus. Are you going to sit there and tell me that it wasn’t destiny that you meet Buffy? That it would be she that would help restore your faith in your father’s work, restore your soul?”

Angel couldn’t argue with him, “No.”

“Of course not, that my dear boy is destiny. Me marrying Joyce, you meeting and falling in love with Buffy. Destiny is a rather tricky thing and usually makes no sense at least not until it slaps you in the face. But it is what it is which leads me to why I’ve come.”

“Angel bringing down your Uncle and restoring the Order is of the utmost importance and I know that you shall succeed. You have the opportunity and the means to destroy him and I know that you and the other children will succeed. But I’m afraid you will be doing it without Buffy.”

Angel sat back in his chair, a sneer on his face as he steepled his hands before him. “I will, will I?”

Giles nodded, his face set sternly.

Um…well this was interesting. Giles really did know ‘everything’. The question of whether or not he had been betrayed by Buffy again entered Angel’s mind, and took precedent over the anger he felt at being ordered to do something.

“Does she know that you know?”

He looked away blushing and Angel knew the answer. “As I said before, secrets are our business; Buffy would be devastated to learn that I know everything about her past.”

“Everything?”

He looked him straight in the eye. “Everything,” He looked down at his glass and added, “…and more than she knows.”

He mumbled it but Angel heard him and his eyes instantly turned a shade darker, more secrets.

“Suffice it to say that’s the reason why I am telling you that she will not assist you. You must do it.”

“Why?”

Rupert stood up, his face hard and unyielding. “Because I said so.”

Angel chuckled, “Just like that, you say so and I’m supposed to obey?”

Giles didn’t answer he just stared back deadpanned.

All traces of merriment disappeared as Angel stood and placed his hands on the desk. “Look Giles, I don’t like the idea of Buffy being involved either but the fact is that she is involved regardless of whether or not we like it, and considering that it is her past and her life she has the right to be involved. And I’ll be damned if I let anyone, including you, get in her way of doing something that she feels she needs to do.”

He relaxed his posture and continued, “Now with that said, I don’t take orders very well and I don’t appreciate you coming here and dishing them out. However I might be inclined to agree with you but you have to give me a better reason than just because you said so.”

Giles looked deep into his eyes. He didn’t see Angel standing in front of him he saw Liam and he didn’t know if that was a good thing or not. “You are so much like your father. You know, when he first learned of your Uncle’s betrayal he told your mother that he was leaving her.”

Angel’s eyes bulged he didn’t know that.

“But your Mother, she was so strong so intent on helping and restoring the Order, that he stayed and allowed her to help. We both know how that worked out. Don’t make the same mistake your father did Angelus, I beg of you.”

Great, more guilt. He was well aware of the fact that he was in the same position as his father was. But he also knew that things weren’t the same now as they were then. And with everything that had happened recently between Buffy and himself he knew that he couldn’t take Buffy’s decision away from her. He could not and would not betray her again.

“I’m sorry Giles, I can’t to that. “

Giles eye’s hardened, stubborn just like his father. After a few seconds, he sighed dismally and grabbed his jacket heading toward the door. “I’m only trying to protect her Angel.”

He opened the door and then turned back around to look at him. “You have you’re mother’s eyes you know, very astute, very caring. I hope for Buffy’s sake you use the common sense that your father gave you and do the right thing. Protect her. Good day Angel.”

Angel stood in the doorway watching Giles walk through the lobby. “Daniel sit back from that screen! You’re going to need glasses!” He sternly said to Oz as he passed him.

Oz sat straight back and watched him leave, turning to Angel with a question in his eye. “Did he just call me Daniel?”

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By the time Buffy, Parker and Faith arrived at the compound the party was in full swing. Faith followed Parker through the encampment and parked when he did. She got out of the car and looked around.

She took a deep breath to calm her suddenly frazzled nerves. Being in the midst of the Brotherhood again was startlingly scary. She didn’t realize she would be affected so much but standing there with her heart beating frantically she knew she had been in denial.

Too bad, she thought, denial was such a nice and comforting place of being. It made the world look safe and hunky dory. But in realty the world was a completely different story, at least her world.

She looked around at the people partying and the questioning eyes that stared back at her, and she knew she could no longer deny the truth. Her last breath could be here surrounded people that she didn’t know and didn’t trust.

She knew that Adam called him; it was just the way these guys worked. He could be here now. He could be standing right behind her.

“Faith?”

“Yeah.” She quietly answered. Her eyes turned to Buffy at the soft touch of her hand on her arm.

“You okay?”

She stared back at her that was a good question, was she okay?

She swallowed then nodded, “5 x 5.”

Buffy heard the hitch in her voice and she reassuringly squeezed her arm. “We’re going to get through this together Faith, side by side.”

Faith gazed back and nodded.

“Let’s go.” Parker whined at their delay and walked inside the house.

They both took deep breaths and followed him inside.

Walking through the doorway, they were both hit with the smell of cooking heroin. It was a scene they had each spent time in before. It was filled with nothing but hopeless addiction. A room that neither one of them ever wanted to step foot into again.

Faith almost gripped the doorway, her stomach rolling with nausea. If she hadn’t been frazzled before then this putrid smell would have did it. It filled her nose and brought back things that she never wanted to remember. She swallowed and held back the urge to take a deep calming breath. Instead she held her breath and took small quick gasps not wanting to pollute her mind and body with the stench.

Buffy feeling the same way as Faith ignored it by concentrating on why she was here in the first place.

“Ladies, nice of you to join us.”

Adam was sprawled out on in a chair. Sitting next to him was Maggie holding the spoon and the lighter that cooked their drug of choice. Buffy took one look at his face and knew that he had already smacked up.

She knew that Adam was the oddest drug addict she had ever met, and she had met many. It didn’t matter what or how much of a substance he took. It never diminished his intelligence if anything it seemed to make him smarter and more alert. It always freaked Buffy out, because she knew with most people drugs had an entirely different effect. Adam’s response to drugs just wasn’t normal and it always made her fear of him greater.

“What’s the news?”

“We did the recon. It shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Good give your list to Grant and he’ll get you what you need for the job.”

Buffy shook her head, “No. I have my own contacts. I don’t want nor need Grant’s help.” She knew she could be making a huge mistake here, but she didn’t care. The less actual contact she had with Grant the better.

“So I’ve heard. That’s really bad form on your part Buffy. Frankly, I’m surprised they even took you under their wing considering your association with the Brotherhood.”

“I had a sponsor.”

“Willy, the turncoat.” Parker answered and Buffy shot him a cold look. The last thing she wanted was to bring Willy into this.

“Leave Willy alone.”

Parker took a step up to her, his face angry. “He always was your protector wasn’t he?”

“Children, children, I don’t care about Willy. Like Buffy he made his deal with the devil, they’ll have to live with their choice.”

Parker turned his angry eyes to his brother. “What! Adam…”

“We’ll discuss this later. Buffy do whatever you have to do I don’t care where you get your supplies from. Just make sure they don’t interfere.” His eyes were clear and cold.

His quick acceptance was a little surprising for Buffy but it told her that for Adam there was nothing more important than this job. If that weren’t the case, he’d be beating her to a bloody pulp for her association with the Angels. “Don’t worry they won’t be a problem.”

Buffy said confidently, her eyes watching Maggie as she reached for the syringe and filled it with the liquid in the spoon.

Adam nodded, “Good because the date’s moved up.”

“What? Why?”

“Why? Do we have to go through this again Buffy? You don’t ask why. You just do.”

His eyes hardened, “understand?”

What the hell was he up too? “Fine. When?”

Faith stood by her side, listening to their conversation and understanding that something was definitely not right if Adam was moving the date of the job up. But for the life of her, she couldn’t take her eyes off of Maggie as she sat back and shot up. The cloud nine expression that came over the woman’s face was one that Faith remembered well and she reflexively scratched her arm.

“Would you like some sister?” Adam asked snidely smirking at Faith as he nodded toward Maggie.

Her eyes shot to his, cold and hard, her arm dropped quickly to her side. “I don’t do that anymore.”

Adam snorted, “Once an addict always an addict sweetheart, but suit yourself.”

Buffy took a step forward to get Adam’s attention off of Faith. “When do you want it done Adam?”

Cloudy yet intelligent eyes stared back at her. “Saturday night.”

“Saturday, that’s tomorrow Adam.” Buffy said angrily.

“So it is. What’s a matter Buffy worried you can’t pull it off? Or maybe your concerned that your new…friends can’t supply you with what you need in time.”

Buffy was insulted, both for herself and the Angels. A group of people that she now knew were more organized and saner than the Brotherhood could ever be. “Please, I can pull it off and I can get everything I need, I’m just curious as to why the switch.”

His eyes cleared of the drug for a moment as he looked back at her hard. “Curiosity killed the kitty.” He quietly said.

She stared back at him trying to get some glimpse as to what he was up to but as usual she couldn’t read him for shit. “Fine whatever,” She turned to Faith, “let’s go.”

“Why leave? Why don’t you stay and enjoy the party. You know Buffy, from what I remember you always enjoyed a good bash.”

“I came here for one reason and that was to tell you what was going on. Now that I’ve done that we’re leaving.”

Adam just shrugged and turned to Maggie ignoring Buffy and Faith as they walked out. He was through with them tonight, the lure of the drug taking precedent.

Parker on the other hand followed them out the door, after giving Adam a nasty look.

Just as they walked outside, a woman ran over to them. “Buffy! Oh my God it is you! Charlie told me but I didn’t believe him.”

A robust red head hugged her tightly and Buffy’s arm’s wound around the other woman’s back. She smiled brightly at her. “Paulina. How are you?”

“Ah you know me sweetie, I go with the flow.” She said smiling, her green eyes looking at Faith.

Buffy smiled back at her, “Paulina, this is Faith. She’s a sister from Cleveland.”

“Hi Faith it’s always nice to meet a sister.”

Faith smiled back at her, she sensed the woman’s sincerity and it warmed her. “Same here.”

“Buffy I want to talk to you.” Parker harshly whispered in her ear as his hand gripped her arm.

Paulina’s smile faded as she looked at Parker. She hated him and she always hated how he treated Buffy. But there wasn’t anything she could ever do about it. She was happy to see Buffy now but it also sadden her that she was back with that pig. She heard from Charlie about some job they needed Buffy to do. In fact it was all anyone was talking about at the camp in the quiet of the night. That and Buffy’s flat out rejection of Parker and her denial to stay. It was common knowledge that most people in the group didn’t like Parker. So Buffy’s outright refusal to stay had been silently cheered. Buffy didn’t know it but she had more friends on her side then she realized.

“Faith, why don’t you go with Paulina and meet her family I’ll hook up with you guys in a minute.”

Faith didn’t move. Foreboding chills ran down her spine. She didn’t want to leave her alone with Parker. “Buffy…side by side, remember.”

Buffy smiled at her, “It’s okay Faith. Really go ahead. I’ll be okay.”

Paulina took Faith’s arm and started to pull her along. “Come on honey, don’t worry, she’ll be okay.” She didn’t believe her own words but she knew not to disrespect Parker out in the open.

Faith reluctantly left with Paulina, sneaking peeks behind her and watching as Parker took Buffy into a small house next to Adam’s.

The second the door closed Buffy felt trapped. “What’s this about Parker?”

She took a step back as he took a step forward, smiling at her. “I miss you Buffy. I want to spend time with you. I want to make up for everything I ever did to you.”

He reached for her and cupped her face; his eyes were soft as they raked down her face. “You’re skin is so silky, I’d almost forgotten. I just…I just want to love you again.” His soft voice betrayed the callous hold he had on her upper arm.

His closeness was unsettling and Buffy pulled away from him but she couldn’t dislodge his hand on her arm. “Parker, stop with the seduction. It’s not going to work so why don’t you just get to the point.”

Instantly his eyes changed to a stormy brown and he looked down at her cruelly, his hand clenching her arm painfully. “You’re right no more fucking around.”

He pulled her against him and sneered into her face. “The point is Buffy, that YOU are MY WIFE! You belong with me! You belong in my bed at night. And I don’t give a fuck what you want!”

“Wow what a surprise that admission is Parker. You never have! I wouldn’t expect you to come back from the dead a changed man. You’re nothing but a selfish pig!” She spat at him. Completely aware of the fact that it was just them in this small house but she didn’t care, she wasn’t afraid of him anymore. She’d rather die than cower at his feet any more.

He wiped his face with the back of his hand. “Call me whatever you want Buffy, it doesn’t matter. I’m still going to take you.”

“Go ahead and try, I’ll fight you every step of the way!” She threatened him but he just smiled at her coldly.

“Somehow I knew you were going to say that.”

He viciously squeezed her arm, cutting off the circulation. She grimaced with the sudden jolt of pain just as she felt a prick in her arm. Horrified, she looked down to see a needle sticking out of her arm and his finger pushing the drug inside.

“NO!” She roared with trembling fury as she punched him in the face.

He fell back a step his brutal grip on her arm disengaging as he did. The second he released her, the drug shot right through her blood stream. Terror gripped her as she waited for the inevitable.

Parker stepped back laughing at her, as her head began to get dizzy and she started to wobble on her feet. “No! No!”

She tried to fight it. She tried to hold on to some semblance of reality and what was going on. She could hear Parker’s cruel laughs but with each second that ticked by his voice became distorted, her vision became blurred, and her body became slack.

Parker watched jovially, hungrily anticipating the moment when her body would fully give into the heroin. There wasn’t much in the syringe, just enough to keep her subdued for a few minutes. He didn’t want her to black out. He wanted her to be awake and know what was going on. He wanted her to feel all the same things he did while he watched her happily live her life without him…powerless and weak…helpless.

“You didn’t really think you were going to leave here tonight without me getting a piece, did you Buffy?”

“No please…” Her head started to become fuzzy, her thoughts muddled but she still knew one thing, she had to fight him.

She took a swing at him but missed. Her feet betrayed her and she wobbled unsteadily cursing under her breath.

Parker watched, callously laughing. “You’ve been giving it so freely to everyone else and yet you deny your own husband. You really gave me no choice Buffy.”

“You…son of…a…bitch.” In her mind it came out clear and precise but in realty it was slurred and slow, and hearing it broadened Parker’s smile.

“I gave you the opportunity to return to my side but you threw it in my face!” He yelled in her face and then adjusted his crotch as his dick grew hard with eagerness as he watched her.

Buffy’s heart pounded with fear. She couldn’t believe she didn’t see this coming. How could she be so stupid? She fell to the bed, her eyes closing as she began to drift in and out as the drug consumed her.

Parker couldn’t take his off of her as her body became slack and her eyes heavy. “Now you’ll have me, won’t you Buffy.”

Walking over to her he unzipped her pants then pulled them and her panties down around her ankles.

“Now you’ll do anything I’ll say, won’t you? Just the way it’s supposed to be.”

“No.” Her voice was faint and soft. She tried to hold on. She tried to not let the drug take over but she couldn’t stop it. She couldn’t stop him.

Parker unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. Leaning down he covered her still body and positioned his cock, pushing it against her vagina.

Buffy’s head moved from side to side as her body became numb with unwanted euphoria. Her reality altered, shifting from willful objection to a false sense of ecstasy. In the back of her mind, she knew what was happening but the drug was too strong. It lured her into its bogus world of serenity and peace. A place where no matter how much she wanted to fight it, she couldn’t. So when Parker brutally thrust his dick inside of her dry vagina, she didn’t feel the pain. She felt only what he intended for her to feel…helpless.

He grunted like a pig as he moved chaotically inside and out of her. Like always she was dry but he didn’t care, the painful chafing on the delicate skin of his dick only heightened his pleasure. His pace got erratically faster, his breathing more irregular.

He reached for her shirt, tearing it open and revealing her breasts. Like a hungry animal his mouth watered, salvia dripped from the corners landing on her skin…scolding her with his depravity.

Leaning down he engulfed her breast, sucking painfully on her indifferent nipple. But no matter how hard he sucked there was no response. No tightening of the flesh. No beautiful hard numb in his mouth. He snarled angrily as he pulled back and slammed inside of her harder, his pelvis hitting hers irritably and bruising her delicate flesh.

But Buffy didn’t feel it. She lay there perfectly still staring at the wall as a silent tear fell from her eye. She knew she was getting raped but she couldn’t stop thinking about how pretty the wallpaper was. There were butterflies flying around the brilliant green garden and she wished that she could be one of them.

Oblivious to his unwilling victim, Parker continued his brutal assault upon her body. He didn’t care that his actions were those of violence and degradation, he only wanted pleasure. He only wanted power. And he had it. For that one brief moment he had everything he wanted and he took her, sadistically slamming inside of her dry sheath.

His sick excitement grew with every desiccated plunge he took. Causing his movements to become sloppier, harsher…more prominent. And the more prominent they became the more Buffy’s body came back to life.

She twitched as she felt a sudden sting of pain on her pelvis. Her head rolled to the other side as she twitched again, feeling another stab inside her womb.

Gradually her body began to tingle and the pain steadily seeped in. She didn’t know how much time had passed or how long Parker had been raping her. It couldn’t have been long. Parker had the stamina of a fifteen your old boy. She was just thankful that the drug was loosening its hold on her. With every long-drawn-out second that passed the numbness left and her body became sensitized to the intruding movements of the pig above her.

As if on cue, her eyes opened wide and clear, just as Parker slammed inside of her one last time and grunted his release.

Pain shot through her and she cried out. A torrent of tears fell from her eyes and ran down her cheek, soaking her skin with their shame and humiliation. With all her might she pushed him off of her, just as Faith, followed by Paulina, came running through the door.

“Buffy!”

Parker fell back on the bed, his heavy pants filling the room as Buffy woozily got to her feet.

Faith ran over to her, grasping her shoulders as Buffy leaned down to pull her pants up. Why? Why did she listen to her? She never should have let her be alone with Parker…never.

Faith turned around and looked at him. He lay there smugly, his dick soft and small, as he watched a crying Buffy.

“You bastard!” She shouted, taking a step toward him but Paulina held her back.

Faith turned condemning eyes to the other woman. As far as she was concerned Paulina was just as responsible as Faith was.

“It’s not our place to get involved.” Paulina said.

Faith laughed madly at her, “Not our place! What kind of fucking person are you!”

Paulina stared back at her, her eyes misting with tears. She wanted to help. She wanted to hurt Parker as much as Faith did, but she knew that if they made any attempt to interfere it would only mean punishment for them too.

Parker just laid there smiling arrogantly knowing that he held the upper hand, feeling safe and content.

Buffy watched him, her tears drying on her cheeks as she read every thought in his mind. Paulina was right. It wasn’t Faith or Paulina’s place to retaliate. It was her’s.

She wanted to reach down and yank his small dick off and ram it down his throat. She wanted to rip him to shreds with her bare hands. But as her body swayed and her vision blurred slightly, she knew that the heroin still lingered in her system, she was still high.

Plus no matter how much she wanted to hurt him right now, the thought of touching him again, the idea of just getting near him once more repulsed her.

She had to get her shit together before she dealt with her pig of a husband. She knew one thing for sure and that was that Parker would most definitely get what was coming to him.

With unsteady legs that were still trying to get their bearings back she threw off Faith’s hold on her and walked up to him. She looked down with pure hatred and malice in her eyes staring into his smiling face.

Parker just looked back at her, relaxing against the pillows as he rested his head against his outstretched arms.

“What? You loved it.” He said condescendingly.

Buffy held back the urge to throw up as she kneeled down in between his legs.

His smile faltered slightly as she leaned down over his body and crawled up close to his face. His eyes lit with vain expectations. In his distorted mind he believed that she had finally come around and realized her place, and he waited to hear her beg for forgiveness. To hear her tell him how much she wanted him to fuck her again.

“Did you enjoy that Parker?” she asked quietly.

“You know I did sweetheart.” He whispered back his eyes still smiling.

She smiled ruthlessly at him; “I’m glad…” then she brought her knee up at full force and landed it hard in between his legs.

Parker screamed in pain and pushed her off of him.

Buffy fell back on her ass screaming at him. “That’s the last time you will ever touch me you fucking pig!”

Parker rolled himself into a ball, grabbing his dick. Tears were running down his eyes as he started to cough. “I’m going to kill you, you fucking bitch!”

Buffy quickly stood up and snarled at him, kicking him in the back. “Not before I kill you!”

Her legs threatened to give out on her and she wobbled almost falling over if Faith didn’t grab her arm.

“Come one B, let’s get out of here.”

They left the house ignoring Parker’s wails of anger and pain. The second Buffy stepped outside and the cool night air hit her face, she stumbled. Faith grabbed her and put an arm around her waist.” Come on we have to get you home.”

Buffy adamantly shook her head. “No. I can’t go home. I can’t let Angel see me like this, he’ll know.”

Paulina put her arm under Buffy’s other arm. “We’ll take her to my place. She can rest there. Come on sweetie.”

Faith didn’t want to stay but she also didn’t want to upset Buffy anymore then she already was. So she kept her mouth shut as they helped a shaking and still drugged Buffy walk to Paulina’s house.

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