Hostage, part 8
now with plot! hahaha.
I actually contemplated putting this up yesterday, but then I got dragged to Whataburger (blech) but one of my coworkers and took away a lovely case of food poisoning. it was funnnnnnn. but let's not think about that, because it's not sexy. on with the show!
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Title: Hostage
Author: Author: Mel (thatotherperv formerly btvslover82)
Pairing: Angelus/Dawn/evil!Spike
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When Angelus and Spike come to Sunnydale to kill the slayer, they find more interesting prey.
Warnings: um, lots. not all of which I'm willing to specify. for starters, these guys are evil and soulless, and will behave as such the whole way through. even after they're soft on Dawn, they do some pretty unconscionable things to her. elements of non-con. Daddykink. and Dawn is 17, so where I live that's legal but *shrugs*. very politically incorrect in places, but if it comforts you, it's more of a demon/human thing than a male/female thing ;)
Disclaimer: not mine, but ain't they pretty?
A/N: how is this fic AU? Angelus never got a soul, so the boys were never separated. Darla and Dru wandered off at some point, possibly in 1894 when the Immortal was such a hot stud ;) Dawn is only 3 years younger than Buffy, so she's 17 in this fic.
previous parts are here
Previously:
She thought he might be asleep. It was hard to tell, but he wasn’t moving, body relaxed. She started to shimmy out from under him.
His arm and leg tensed on her. “I’m a light sleeper.”
…And it looked like tonight, she was a no-sleeper.
Part 8
Dawn awoke alone.
There was a tray of food on the table in the sitting area. Finally. Enough for more than one meal. She inhaled half of it, not really tasting anything, sitting back only when she felt ill from being so full.
Her bruises were faded, but she still ached. It was a little better, now that her stomach was content.
They left her alone for all of the afternoon and most of the night, locked in Angelus’ room. She read. Paced. Was bored.
No sunshine for her-apparently she’d lost that privilege. Black paint covered the inside of the window. She spent the more stimulating part of her day chipping away a small hole so she could look out, but now her little view was all smear-y.
When Angelus got back, she didn’t do anything to provoke him. He made her sit on his lap again while he read. She kept waiting for him to do something creepy, but he never did.
He never did. The next day was the same, and the next, and the next. She had no idea what they did when they went away. Actually, she wouldn’t even know that they did go away, if it weren’t for the sound of the car in the drive. She’d only seen one room in the house, and Angelus gave smug non-answers when she asked where he’d been.
They didn’t fight, because he didn’t give her any real reason to argue with him. And if Dawn didn’t talk to Angelus, she’d have no one. She had found that out the hard way, the one time she had tried to kick up a fuss. She’d expected to be shocked or beaten-instead she’d been left completely alone for four days. By the time he came back, she’d been ready to cry with relief.
He’d made his point. Angelus was the only game in town, and she had no doubt that he could walk away and leave her to rot in here, if he cared to.
She didn’t make the mistake of crossing him again.
Dawn hadn’t seen Spike in three weeks. It still hurt to think about him.
She wondered if Buffy thought she was dead. Disappear in Sunnydale for more than a couple days, chances were good that you were. Morbidly, Dawn wondered if they’d had her funeral yet, and when Buffy had given up looking.
If she had given up looking. Where was she?
Thinking about the family that had always seemed so complete without her ached. She wondered if anything had even changed, now that she was gone. The thought that their routines had gone on seamlessly brought tears to Dawn’s eyes.
So when Angelus got home at night, and his hand petted down her back during reading time, stroking through her hair and lulling her with light, non-threatening touches, Dawn didn’t pull away. She took the comfort, because it was the only one she had left.
~*~*~*~
Angelus really hated when other villains threw a wrench in all his carefully laid plans.
You planned and you schemed, and you cast out all the necessary threads, and then some other bitch tore through with the finesse of a bull elephant and destroyed everything you had worked for.
To add insult to injury, this Glory chick was stirring the slayer’s little group into a frenzy far more effectively than he was.
The night that she surfaced in Sunnydale, he and Spike had gotten into a…difference of opinion over how to handle her. Spike was brash as ever, but the hellgod was going to postpone their plans to seed their trap, in the very least.
Angelus, for one, had threatened serious consequences if the boy even thought about going near the hell-god. It was unclear yet exactly what she took from humans when she sucked their feeble brains dry, and what her power might be over a vampire.
The last thing Angelus wanted was another nutcase on his hands. That got tiresome after a couple decades. He liked Spike with his brain intact, not that he needed to encourage the cocky little shit by telling him that.
So they watched. Waited. Made a hobby out of snapping the necks of the bitch’s scabby little minions whenever they could get their hands on them.
The Slayer’s wonder team was in a frenzy trying to figure out what the hell Glory wanted with a key, and how they could keep the thing out of her hands.
Spike and Angelus were taking steps to rid themselves of the problem.
In the meantime…no reason why he couldn’t play.
~*~*~*~*~*~
“Wow, you’re a well-oiled machine. When you’re fighting brainless idiots.”
Buffy whirled around as Angelus stepped out of the shadows. “Oh. It’s you.”
She might be giving the pretension of disregard, but he saw the tension of her muscles and heard the acceleration of her heart.
Angelus realized, with satisfaction, that she’d finally been reading up on him. Or her watcher had. “What, no kiss hello? I thought you’d be happy to see me again. You flirted so hard the last time we met.”
The girl rolled her eyes. “Please, spare me the over-inflated ego. I don’t have time for you.”
“Remind me again, was it my over-inflated ego that kicked your ass before? I can’t quite remember….”
Buffy pursed her lips, no doubt annoyed at the memory. She should be grateful he’d let her go.
Angelus had never succeeded in breaking a slayer before he killed her. Then again, he’d never had a trump card quite like this one. This should be interesting.
“Like I said, I don’t have time-”
“I think you’ll make time.” She opened her pretty mouth to rebut, but he cut her off. “If you want to know about the Key.”
That got her attention.
“What do you know about the Key?”
“Not much. Just what it is and what it’s made for.”
Buffy stepped closer, still wary but now very interested in what he had to say. How quickly they changed their minds. “I’m listening.”
“The Key used to be a mass of pure energy, but it’s been transformed into something else for safe-keeping. No one knows what.” Interesting. There was a flicker of recognition at that little factoid. The Dream Team had discovered something new. He’d have to find out what. “Mystical, of course.”
“Of course. What’s it for?”
“It opens the door to other dimensions. The god is trying to use it to return to her own.”
“…Okay. So…Glory wants to leave. Why is that a bad thing? Makes my life a whole lot easier.”
Angelus snorted. “Not really, sweetheart. It’ll open the door to all dimensions, at once. Including a lot of really nasty ones.”
The girl sighed, pushing a tired hand through her hair. “Of course it does. Isn’t it too early in the year for an apocalypse? I should still be way in vacation mode.”
“Yeah, well. I suggest you get back in the mood for work, fast.”
Buffy frowned at him. “How do you know all of this, anyway?”
He grinned. “I have some very useful hobbies. People find me easy to talk to.”
“Easy to talk to, or impossible not to?”
He pretended to think about it. “Little of both, actually.”
She regarded him suspiciously, stance still defensive and on guard. “Why are you telling me this?”
Angelus rocked forward onto the balls of his feet, as if divulging a secret. “I don’t like sharing the spotlight.”
“Great. Aren’t any of you villains shy? In it for the art and not the notoriety?”
He mused on that for a moment. “I did know this one guy. Marcus. Not much for attention…except for kids. He loved kids.”
Angelus almost giggled with glee when her lip curled up. “You are…the worst kind of scum.”
“Thanks, Buff. That’s sweet of you to say.”
With a sound of disgust, she turned to go. He let her stalk off a few feet before throwing the bait out.
“How’s your sister?”
Buffy froze, turning on her heel. She marched right up to him and grabbed him by the throat-which was cute, given that they’d already established that she couldn’t take him. He chuckled.
“What did you just say?”
“Your sister. Hot little piece of ass, skirts too short. Needed to eat something. Used to see her around-” He sing-songed past her tightening fingers. “Where’d she go?”
“You don’t get to talk about my sister.”
“Woah, touchy subject. All I’m saying is…I’d do her. She looked hot for it. Is that where she went? Got knocked up and sent off to-”
She choked off the rest off his words and kneed him in the groin-or she would have if she’d been able to reach. Ballsy little midget. Suddenly tired of the game, he blocked her knee and bore down on her wrist until she let go of his throat. Buffy stumbled back, clutching her tender arm, and they squared off, at an impasse.
“You stay away from her.”
He gave her a toothy smile. “Relax. I’m sure you’d never let me get anywhere near her. Right?”
There was a shadow of muffled self-doubt before she turned and left for good.
Angelus was whistling as he walked away.
Speaking of Buffy’s sister…he was in the mood to celebrate. It was about time he broke Dawn in, wasn’t it? About damn time.
~*~*~*~
Part 9
I actually contemplated putting this up yesterday, but then I got dragged to Whataburger (blech) but one of my coworkers and took away a lovely case of food poisoning. it was funnnnnnn. but let's not think about that, because it's not sexy. on with the show!
banner by the fantastic and talented vamptastica
Title: Hostage
Author: Author: Mel (thatotherperv formerly btvslover82)
Pairing: Angelus/Dawn/evil!Spike
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When Angelus and Spike come to Sunnydale to kill the slayer, they find more interesting prey.
Warnings: um, lots. not all of which I'm willing to specify. for starters, these guys are evil and soulless, and will behave as such the whole way through. even after they're soft on Dawn, they do some pretty unconscionable things to her. elements of non-con. Daddykink. and Dawn is 17, so where I live that's legal but *shrugs*. very politically incorrect in places, but if it comforts you, it's more of a demon/human thing than a male/female thing ;)
Disclaimer: not mine, but ain't they pretty?
A/N: how is this fic AU? Angelus never got a soul, so the boys were never separated. Darla and Dru wandered off at some point, possibly in 1894 when the Immortal was such a hot stud ;) Dawn is only 3 years younger than Buffy, so she's 17 in this fic.
previous parts are here
Previously:
She thought he might be asleep. It was hard to tell, but he wasn’t moving, body relaxed. She started to shimmy out from under him.
His arm and leg tensed on her. “I’m a light sleeper.”
…And it looked like tonight, she was a no-sleeper.
Part 8
Dawn awoke alone.
There was a tray of food on the table in the sitting area. Finally. Enough for more than one meal. She inhaled half of it, not really tasting anything, sitting back only when she felt ill from being so full.
Her bruises were faded, but she still ached. It was a little better, now that her stomach was content.
They left her alone for all of the afternoon and most of the night, locked in Angelus’ room. She read. Paced. Was bored.
No sunshine for her-apparently she’d lost that privilege. Black paint covered the inside of the window. She spent the more stimulating part of her day chipping away a small hole so she could look out, but now her little view was all smear-y.
When Angelus got back, she didn’t do anything to provoke him. He made her sit on his lap again while he read. She kept waiting for him to do something creepy, but he never did.
He never did. The next day was the same, and the next, and the next. She had no idea what they did when they went away. Actually, she wouldn’t even know that they did go away, if it weren’t for the sound of the car in the drive. She’d only seen one room in the house, and Angelus gave smug non-answers when she asked where he’d been.
They didn’t fight, because he didn’t give her any real reason to argue with him. And if Dawn didn’t talk to Angelus, she’d have no one. She had found that out the hard way, the one time she had tried to kick up a fuss. She’d expected to be shocked or beaten-instead she’d been left completely alone for four days. By the time he came back, she’d been ready to cry with relief.
He’d made his point. Angelus was the only game in town, and she had no doubt that he could walk away and leave her to rot in here, if he cared to.
She didn’t make the mistake of crossing him again.
Dawn hadn’t seen Spike in three weeks. It still hurt to think about him.
She wondered if Buffy thought she was dead. Disappear in Sunnydale for more than a couple days, chances were good that you were. Morbidly, Dawn wondered if they’d had her funeral yet, and when Buffy had given up looking.
If she had given up looking. Where was she?
Thinking about the family that had always seemed so complete without her ached. She wondered if anything had even changed, now that she was gone. The thought that their routines had gone on seamlessly brought tears to Dawn’s eyes.
So when Angelus got home at night, and his hand petted down her back during reading time, stroking through her hair and lulling her with light, non-threatening touches, Dawn didn’t pull away. She took the comfort, because it was the only one she had left.
~*~*~*~
Angelus really hated when other villains threw a wrench in all his carefully laid plans.
You planned and you schemed, and you cast out all the necessary threads, and then some other bitch tore through with the finesse of a bull elephant and destroyed everything you had worked for.
To add insult to injury, this Glory chick was stirring the slayer’s little group into a frenzy far more effectively than he was.
The night that she surfaced in Sunnydale, he and Spike had gotten into a…difference of opinion over how to handle her. Spike was brash as ever, but the hellgod was going to postpone their plans to seed their trap, in the very least.
Angelus, for one, had threatened serious consequences if the boy even thought about going near the hell-god. It was unclear yet exactly what she took from humans when she sucked their feeble brains dry, and what her power might be over a vampire.
The last thing Angelus wanted was another nutcase on his hands. That got tiresome after a couple decades. He liked Spike with his brain intact, not that he needed to encourage the cocky little shit by telling him that.
So they watched. Waited. Made a hobby out of snapping the necks of the bitch’s scabby little minions whenever they could get their hands on them.
The Slayer’s wonder team was in a frenzy trying to figure out what the hell Glory wanted with a key, and how they could keep the thing out of her hands.
Spike and Angelus were taking steps to rid themselves of the problem.
In the meantime…no reason why he couldn’t play.
~*~*~*~*~*~
“Wow, you’re a well-oiled machine. When you’re fighting brainless idiots.”
Buffy whirled around as Angelus stepped out of the shadows. “Oh. It’s you.”
She might be giving the pretension of disregard, but he saw the tension of her muscles and heard the acceleration of her heart.
Angelus realized, with satisfaction, that she’d finally been reading up on him. Or her watcher had. “What, no kiss hello? I thought you’d be happy to see me again. You flirted so hard the last time we met.”
The girl rolled her eyes. “Please, spare me the over-inflated ego. I don’t have time for you.”
“Remind me again, was it my over-inflated ego that kicked your ass before? I can’t quite remember….”
Buffy pursed her lips, no doubt annoyed at the memory. She should be grateful he’d let her go.
Angelus had never succeeded in breaking a slayer before he killed her. Then again, he’d never had a trump card quite like this one. This should be interesting.
“Like I said, I don’t have time-”
“I think you’ll make time.” She opened her pretty mouth to rebut, but he cut her off. “If you want to know about the Key.”
That got her attention.
“What do you know about the Key?”
“Not much. Just what it is and what it’s made for.”
Buffy stepped closer, still wary but now very interested in what he had to say. How quickly they changed their minds. “I’m listening.”
“The Key used to be a mass of pure energy, but it’s been transformed into something else for safe-keeping. No one knows what.” Interesting. There was a flicker of recognition at that little factoid. The Dream Team had discovered something new. He’d have to find out what. “Mystical, of course.”
“Of course. What’s it for?”
“It opens the door to other dimensions. The god is trying to use it to return to her own.”
“…Okay. So…Glory wants to leave. Why is that a bad thing? Makes my life a whole lot easier.”
Angelus snorted. “Not really, sweetheart. It’ll open the door to all dimensions, at once. Including a lot of really nasty ones.”
The girl sighed, pushing a tired hand through her hair. “Of course it does. Isn’t it too early in the year for an apocalypse? I should still be way in vacation mode.”
“Yeah, well. I suggest you get back in the mood for work, fast.”
Buffy frowned at him. “How do you know all of this, anyway?”
He grinned. “I have some very useful hobbies. People find me easy to talk to.”
“Easy to talk to, or impossible not to?”
He pretended to think about it. “Little of both, actually.”
She regarded him suspiciously, stance still defensive and on guard. “Why are you telling me this?”
Angelus rocked forward onto the balls of his feet, as if divulging a secret. “I don’t like sharing the spotlight.”
“Great. Aren’t any of you villains shy? In it for the art and not the notoriety?”
He mused on that for a moment. “I did know this one guy. Marcus. Not much for attention…except for kids. He loved kids.”
Angelus almost giggled with glee when her lip curled up. “You are…the worst kind of scum.”
“Thanks, Buff. That’s sweet of you to say.”
With a sound of disgust, she turned to go. He let her stalk off a few feet before throwing the bait out.
“How’s your sister?”
Buffy froze, turning on her heel. She marched right up to him and grabbed him by the throat-which was cute, given that they’d already established that she couldn’t take him. He chuckled.
“What did you just say?”
“Your sister. Hot little piece of ass, skirts too short. Needed to eat something. Used to see her around-” He sing-songed past her tightening fingers. “Where’d she go?”
“You don’t get to talk about my sister.”
“Woah, touchy subject. All I’m saying is…I’d do her. She looked hot for it. Is that where she went? Got knocked up and sent off to-”
She choked off the rest off his words and kneed him in the groin-or she would have if she’d been able to reach. Ballsy little midget. Suddenly tired of the game, he blocked her knee and bore down on her wrist until she let go of his throat. Buffy stumbled back, clutching her tender arm, and they squared off, at an impasse.
“You stay away from her.”
He gave her a toothy smile. “Relax. I’m sure you’d never let me get anywhere near her. Right?”
There was a shadow of muffled self-doubt before she turned and left for good.
Angelus was whistling as he walked away.
Speaking of Buffy’s sister…he was in the mood to celebrate. It was about time he broke Dawn in, wasn’t it? About damn time.
~*~*~*~
Part 9